Under the dog star sail

Over the reefs of moonshine

Under the skies of fall

North, north west, the stones of Faroe



Under the Artic fire

Over the seas of silence

Hauling on frozen ropes

For all my days remaining

But would north be true?



All colours bleed to red

Asleep on the ocean's bed

Drifting in empty seas

For all my days remaining



But would north be true?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?

Dark angels follow me

Over the godless sea

Mountains of endless falling

For all my days remaining



What would be true?



Sometimes I see your face

The stars seem to lose their place

Why must I think of you?

Why must I?

Why sould I?



Why should I cry for you?

Why would you want me to?

And what would it mean to say

That, "I loved you in my fashion"?



What would be true?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you