If you were an astronaut I'd go to the moon
Suffer lack of oxygen just to kiss you
And if you were a doctor I would fake being ill
Spend my money on those useless medical bills
If you were a scuba diver I'd do what I had to do
Even swim the whole ocean just to get to you
And if you were a fireman I'd set my house ablaze
Call 911 and ask for your name
Consider this my confession
It doesn't matter your profession
It's not what you do but who you are
How you make me feel
Not the brand of your car
And you could be made of plastic or gold
But no matter what your price is
Baby I'm sold
If you were a Nascar racer then I'd speed down the street
Keep turning left until you were next to me
And if you were a cop then I'd commit every crime
Just so you could arrest me and give me jail time
If you were a priest then I know it wouldn't work
But I'd be in the front row every sunday at church
And if you were a hobo then I wouldn't mind at all
We could beg for change and spend it on alcohol
You could be a billionaire
Or never make a dime
It doesn't matter to me as long as you're mine
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023