Moving to the arctic circle
Close enough to see the polar bears
Digging down the sheets of snow
And burying all the bad things that we know
Brother I won't watch you go
I'm changing colours going gray
As I watch time spent under cross my face
The writing doesn't look the same
And I can't remember what it used to say
Brother I won't watch you go
We will build a sandstone house
Just enough to fit the both of us
What have we saved as we both lay and wait for our ghost to leave this cage
Well I drop the suitcase chase after my train
Brother I won't watch you go
I'm coming too
