my heart's not lonely or broken.
it's not of ice or of gold.
nor has my heart ever spoken
to me, when a love has grown cold.
i felt not the faintest flutter
when you brushed my cheek as you passed.
nor will i willingly clutter
my life with these things that don't last.

be still my heart
my heart, be still.

if our eyes should meet,
then so be it.
no need to trouble a heart that's hidden,
where no one can free it.
only to tear it apart.

be still my heart
my heart, be still.


*silje nergaard/be still my heart