No Way To Say Goodbye" er merktur av melankoli, sorgblídni. Eitt dømi er hetta brotið: "Your Eyes are soft with sorrow. Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time [...] goodbye to Alexandra leaving. Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost. Even though she sleeps upon your satin; even though she wakes you with a kiss. Do not say the moment was imagined; do not stoop to strategies [...] strategies like this. As someone long prepared for this to happen, go firmly to the window. Drink it in. Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing. Your firm commitments tangible again". Alexandra er ein "brúgv"

bæði, og so onkrir gestatónleikarar afturat í nøkrum løgum. Soleiðis hevur mær altíð dámt tey best. Eg føli best teirra tónleik, tá hann fær luft, so at siga. Eg vóni faktiskt, at Lena einaferð í framtíðini [...] inniliga og ófatiliga vakra »Stones In My Pocket« staðfesti, hvussu góður sangskrivari hon er. /..oh save me/ won't you save me from my ways / 'cos the only way I know how to live/ the only way I know is killing [...] áðrenn røddin hjá Lenu kom heilt til sín rætt, men hon vaks seg sterka við fangandi løgum so sum »Thing's I've Never Learned«, vakra »Those Eyes« og eisini sang hon føroyska lagið »Tú og eg«, sum Niklas

virus, in 30 degrees Celsius, wearing three shirts to many, I did not have the sweet feeling of adventure I had expected. However, I was happy to be done traveling for now. In the car on the way to the school [...] necessities to get by our first night. When I went to pay, the cashier started to talk to me, asking how I was doing. I had never seen this person before and stammered something about how I was tired, to which [...] years now. After a month or two, things started to gradually get easier. I began to fathom the culture of Arkansas, to empathize with their values, and more important, to under­stand my own Faroese culture;