Ólafur Arnalds - Old Skin (ft. Arnór Dan)

Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea
Roves an oath, in search for something more to be
Still hard for me

Treading lightly, tightly shedding its old skin
Leaving trails of night for light to bring chagrin
While air grows thin

Wailing winds, alarm, in feathers it have dressed
Surrounding what's left inside its chest
We too shall rest

Roaring lungs, as oath becomes through flight past trees
Only the rhythm of love escapes the harmonies
Leaving us a beat

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
(Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea)
While this world collides, this world collides
(Where the woods would wear the wafting sounds of sea)
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides
It's not enough for me, it's not enough for me

This is absolutely beautiful.  The lyrics, music, and video speak to me deeply.  I feel like it's about the struggle of the introvert.  The internal battle that rages between needing and wanting human connections, and the equally strong repulsion and inability to not feel inferior and socially awkward.  The simultaneous desire for solitude and the end of loneliness.  And the rational knowledge that there's cognitive dissonance getting in the way.