clear nights by the frozen lake
our ears open to the moaning
a burning fever in a cold sleeping bag
the northern lights were never in my dreams
swim for me under the ice
show me a grin for every stroke
the subconscious can never win
can never win
a worn-down cabin
the home of a broken man
only a shadow of his former self
an empty stare across the frozen lake
strange advice written on the wall:
"always be kind and stupid,
truth will make you bald in the end"
advice for cowards
advice of a broken man
swim for me under the ice
I'll cheer you on for every stroke
the subconscious can never win
can never win