clique para tocar Fechar
Andrew Bird
dear old greenland
On the way to GreenlandI shall find
All the disparate fragments of your mind
I shall return a different man
And darling, do all that I can
On the way to Greenland
I shall find no mundane distractions of any kind
If beneath the ice fields there?s a room
It?s there I?ll find my peace a lovely tomb
Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
There is a peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing
Well friends, I?m going there
Fear is lying dying in the sands
And it?s breathing from the gills of my Greenland.