The music is pounding from inside the little beach arcade the blizzard on machines destroying anything like a moment on which everything is hanging it all dissolves, right at the door i see you on those frozen northern shores your tears they drip a poem, a poem, a poem. a brittle stick of wood, thats been floating in the sea for days just wind up in this place and on my hand it scrapes your name with the note, and apology but it hurts you even more i see it on those frozen northern shores its your tears, they drip a poem; i see it. on those frozen northern shores its your tears, they drip a poem i see it on those frozen northern shores its your tears, they drip a poem this holiday has the stain and smell of emptiness we taste it on our breath, but we make no comment all we need is a few days to share some warmth make it like it was before, make it like it was before. like we see it on those frozen northern, those frozen northern shores. as your makeup starts to run, i see you on those frozen northern shores. your tears they drip a poem, a poem, a poem.