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Don't Look Now, I'm Being Followed, Act NormalIs this the edge of the world?We chased the horizon down 'til it hung beneath our feet Now I'm drifting blind All I know is we can't move closer And I've never seen the lights of the north The constellations are so unfamiliar We followed far, as far as this machinery takes us To some imaginary place where the compass shifts And our lips drift to our cheeks Is this the edge of the world? All I know is we can't move closer And I've never seen the lights of the north The constellations are so unfamiliar Searching for some apparent place Where floated needles decide the way I'd dig in my heels but I might crack the ice Give me some solid ground The frost is sinking in In my cheeks, in my chest, in my fingertips Desperation, we name every cape beyond the last Frozen senseless, every day is a winter solstice The view's a wonder, but I can't take it in (Is this the edge of the world?) And I've never seen the lights of the north The constellations are so unfamiliar Sun, make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand Make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand Sun, make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand Make canvas of coastlines I've never seen the lights of the north The constellations are so unfamiliar So unfamiliar So unfamiliar So unfamiliar So unfamiliar |