Tekster

True North

They say it’s a cold place
Icy and grey
With a wind that cuts through
Marrow and bone
I’ve heard the earth cracks open wide
Before your eyes and might
Swallow you whole
They say you can get lost for days
In landscapes of big emotions
In the endless night when the sun doesn’t care
To crawl out of bed behind the oceans

We never learned to use a compass
We never learned to read these maps
We always yearned for far-off countries
We never found a straight way back
And it’s a miracle
A miracle

We found true north
True north

They say it’s an old place
With ancient tales
Of violence and war
Passion and soul
But I’ve seen the West bleed into the East
Like a slow breeze
Blowing ripples of hope
And I know I could get lost for life
Inside these stories I’ve heard
‘Cause it all just shows that what we know
Is just the tip, the tip, the tip of the iceberg

We never learned to use a compass
We never learned to read these maps
We always yearned for far-off countries
We never found a straight way back
And it’s a miracle
A miracle

We found true north
True north