Ólafur Arnalds Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel

Do you still remember when we were little and we were playing in the park, and you asked me what happens when we die? I said you forget everything, everything. "Even you?" Yes, even me. You do not want to die, never forget. The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze. How did I forget? How?