Northern

Going back to the north

Leaving the form of home 

Created by us individuals

Jumping the train 

Playing cat and mouse through the week

I keep this picture next to me

Shooting through the pain of my heart

She has got a merchandise line pulling her along

Get out your notepads and pens

Write down your thoughts

Get out your tear drops cups

I'll try and keep up

The tale of our grim and glory

Has no genre we walk outside the square

I think they envy us 

Playing their sad songs of past memories

We sing the melodies of future

This ship has sailed to the north

Without the one I love

I write this down in tears not shown 

No goodbyes or farewells 

Because this master plan 

Will not be ruined by the weather

I keep my bags packed

Because I'm coming

Oh I will be coming back home