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


What would you do
When the stars fall from the sky

And you're only two seconds from crying?

Parafin, 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 medicine 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 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


What would you do
When stars fall from the sky

And you're only two seconds from crying?