Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe
Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
All colours bleed to red
But would north be true?
Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting in empty seas For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should I cry for you?
Why should I?
Dark angels follow me
Mountains of endless falling
Over the godless sea For all my days remaining
What would be true? Sometimes I see your face
Why must I think of you?
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I?
Why sould I? Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say That, "I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you.
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