I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold
If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude Seldom seen, seldom spoken My heart was my compass, and it was broken Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.
I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold
If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known The long ride on the road to nowhere The cold walks in the woods alone In my ocean, the water was frozen And I could see my reflection, within the ice Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.
I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold Years later I am still obsessed (with the North) Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold) Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows Years later I'm alone, and I'm at home in the Northern Cold
My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past. See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.
The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow, Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my yout