Based on Bjarni Arason — Aðeins lengur (Iceland NF 2025)
I think the time has come
To express these thoughts I’ve felt
That weigh me down with doubts and consternation
I have lost that certain spark
That underlies my words
Essential to my lyrical creation
Not a lack of inspiration – I have plenty jotted down
But it causes me confusion – leaving me to wear a frown
On this final journey, I will try my damnedest
To analyse and figure out what’s clouding my mind
For I still love this contest, which we’ve co-created
That boldly goes where none have gone
And used to cheer my heart
I’ve been always far from winning – that’s really not the point
Though ending up with bovine hats was thrilling
With your never-ending genius, this contest’s soaring high…
What’s the source of all my tumult
That cannot be denied
I think it’s Eurovision! Not the recent…antics
No, rather I’ve become detached, and less of a fan
For when I’m writing lyrics, although I enjoy it
The memories often bubble up
With feelings that those golden times are gone
Are you expecting a twist?
Or hope I take the piss?
It’s true, I insist:
This is my final lyric, written not with sadness
But laden down with gratitude as I turn the page
To finish, I will thank you
Writers AND Producers
With no regrets as I depart
I bid you all a heart-felt fond goodbye