Smiling
Spinning 'round and 'round
Tightly holding hands
The whole world is a blur
But you are standing
 [bad word] soaked [bad word] drenched to the bone
Not wearing wellingtons
The will [bad word] in us
 [bad word] from a shell

Steering wind
The smell of your hair
Blowing away from here
I ran as fast as I could
Into you

Hoppípolla (Hopping into puddles)

My nose began to bleed
But I got up again
I always do