On My Back Watching The Northern Lights Recede

Where am I here?

There you're still gone

The cold we ripped warm

So much green

The sadness we shared

The night sky gashed open

Green, spilling

Take me there

You're not here, anythere

Please take me there before where's gone

It's in our head

It doesn't look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it?

Look too distant, doesn't it...?