The North

Four more rotations and no one will hurt

These are the things I dream of

I've been thinking through the drinking

Though my confidence is shrinking

That I might be fine

The north would be so proud of you

Ooh, what would you do?

Ooh, when stars fall from the sky

And you're only two seconds from crying?

Paraffin, Anadin, sick as disguise

So we take our snappy patterns

And use them as knives

Now, there's nothing left for me to try

My own arrogance and humble pie

But I?ll be alright

The north would be so proud of you

So, I'll see you tomorrow, shall we call it one

Trying to get the sparks to light

Seeing as they've gone

You don't know how to value that

But I know how to value that

I think we'll be fine

The north would be so proud of you

Ooh, what would you do

Ooh, when stars fall from the sky

And you're only two seconds from crying?