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?