All the greys of Reykjavik
the stone, the sea, the sky
all the greys of Reykjavik
our old love, and you and I
The grey of Reykavik harbour
the sky like a fist overhead
the grey of the northern ocean
the grey of the ships of the dead
The grey in the park side statues
the grey of the geese in the rain
the grey in the ash of our hearts
and the words in the unspoken pain
All the greys of Reykjavik
the stone, the sea, the sky
all the greys of Reykjavik
our old love, and you and I
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