Under the dog star sail

Over the reefs of moonshine

Under the skies of fall

North, north west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Arctic fire

Over the seas of silence

Hauling on frozen ropes

For all my days remaining

But would north be true?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?

All colours bleed to red

Asleep on the ocean's bed

Drifting in empty seas

For all my days remaining

But would north be true?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?

Dark angels follow me

Over a godless sea

Mountains of endless falling,

For all my days remaining,

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face,

The stars seem to lose their place

Why must I think of you?

Why must I?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?

Why would you want me to?

And what would it mean to say,

That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?

Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?