Pétur Söebech Quinn

I believe in love, I believe in grace But it’s not easy when I’m face to face With the shadows I’ve denied, with the pride I can’t recall To love you without limits — that’s the hardest thing of all

Love is the beginning, where the broken learns to mend Where the story you abandoned finds a place again Every step becomes a rhythm you can walk inside Every truth you tried to bury has no need to hide

There are chances in time, falling like rain Every second a doorway calling my name When the mountains stand tall and the night doesn’t shine I still rise, I still rise for the chances in time

Oh love, don’t waste my love I’m not a place for you to hide If you are torn between two worlds Don’t ask me to stand by your side

The night unfolds in silver breath A quiet hymn the frost has spun The hills lie dreaming, still as death Beneath the watchfire of the sun That hides behind the winter moon A lantern in the frozen sky Its glow a soft, eternal rune That guides the wandering dreams that fly

Carry me, carry me, wind of the turning world, Lift me through the corridors where ancient storms unfurled. Guide me on the sky‑thread, fragile, bright, and thin — I walk the line between the worlds and never fall again.

Lift the lantern high, let the embers fly, Let the mountains wake and the shadows cry. From the broken earth, let the voices birth A hymn of the ones who survived the scorched world first.

Up and down the wheel, we ride the line, Falling through the dark, then back to shine. Every turning teaching us the truths we feel, Oh, the rise and reel— Up and down the wheel. Holding on through every break and bend, Learning how the cycles never end. Every heartbeat carved into the spokes of steel— Oh, the rise and reel— Up and down the wheel.

Magic City, shining in the twilight air, Glowing like a world beyond compare. Every corner whispering the things we’ve missed, Oh, the wonder there— Magic City kissed. Rising through the night on wings of flame, Calling every soul by secret name. Every heartbeat drawn into your ancient bliss— Oh, the wonder there— Magic City kissed.

Strange flower, rising where the lost winds roam, Shining like a truth the stars call home. Changing colors every time the night turns sour, Oh, the wild bloom— The strange, strange flower. Growing where the world forgets to see, Living in the space between the “was” and “be.” Every heartbeat waking up its hidden power— Oh, the wild bloom— The strange, strange flower.

This is the love song of life we sing, Rising like dawn on a silver wing. Holding the notes that carry us through joy and strife, Oh, the melody— The love song of life. Turning our breath into something bright, Guiding us home through the darkest night. Every heartbeat carving out a truth so rife— We are the melody, The love song of life.

Flowers in the wind, they’re dancing free, Spinning through the air like destiny. Rising, falling, drifting where they’ve never been, Oh, they bloom again— Flowers in the wind. They carry every dream we meant to send, Oh, they bloom again— Flowers in the wind.

Signals bending Horizons blending Fields expanding No ending, no ending

Spectral emberline… Tracing through the air… Whispers made of fire… Drifting everywhere…

Light in motion… Rising from the ground… Silent patterns… Shaping into sound…

Round and round the golden carousel Spinning stories only time can tell Every moment turning into something new Every shade of sunlight breaking through Hold on tight, the world is moving well On the golden carousel

Skyfire hearts, rising higher in the dark Lighting up the places where we used to fall apart Skyfire hearts, breaking open every wall Turning all our silence into something standing tall We’re alive, we’re alive in the spark Skyfire hearts

Where have you been, my wandering light? I’ve been calling your name through the longest night I’ve been holding the hope that you’d walk back in Tell me, love… where have you been? Where have you been when the world stood still? When the hours grew heavy and the air grew chill? I’ve been waiting for you like a long‑lost friend Tell me now… where have you been?

In the night hours, I’m alive again Where the silence feels like a trusted friend Where the world slows down and the heart speaks true In the night hours, I return to you In the night hours, where the echoes roam Every lost soul finds its way back home.

Tell me tomorrow, if you’re staying for good, Tell me tomorrow, if you ever understood. I won’t ask you tonight, If the feeling is right— Just tell me tomorrow, Tell me tomorrow.