The music is pounding
from inside the little beach arcade
the blizzard on machines
destroying anything
like a moment on which everything is hanging
it all dissolves, right at the door
i see you on those frozen northern shores
your tears they drip a poem, a poem, a poem.
a brittle stick of wood,
thats been floating in the sea for days
just wind up in this place
and on my hand it scrapes your name
with the note, and apology
but it hurts you even more
i see it on those frozen northern shores
its your tears, they drip a poem;
i see it.
on those frozen northern shores
its your tears, they drip a poem
i see it
on those frozen northern shores
its your tears, they drip a poem
this holiday has the stain and smell of emptiness
we taste it on our breath, but we make no comment
all we need is a few days to share some warmth
make it like it was before,
make it like it was before.
like we see it on those frozen northern,
those frozen northern shores.
as your makeup starts to run,
i see you on those frozen northern shores.
your tears they drip a poem, a poem, a poem.
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