OUT OF THE NORTHERN SKY
OVER THE LAND WHERE THE ICE FIELDS LIE
CAME A WINTER IT CAME SO COLD
I DREW MY DEMONS OUT TO THE SNOW
INTO THE NIGHT WE FLEW
SCORING THE SKIES WITH THE PATHS WE DREW
DRAWN TOGETHER LIKE MOTHS TO LIGHT
NEVER BELIEVING WED BURN SO BRIGHT
WHEN TROUBLES KEEP EXPANDING
TIE ME A LONG ROPE
CAUSE ITS YOU THAT KEEPS ME STANDING
ITS YOU THAT I NEED MOST
OVER AND OVER WE LEAVE
SCARRING OUR MINDS WITH THE THINGS WEVE SEEN
NEVER SURE WHAT WERE LOOKING FOR
ALWAYS RETURNING WITH SOMETHING MORE
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