We walk on the crust over the ice
That broke under you when you were five
We're heading for brighter times, they say
But we mostly long for home
In never again being one with those
Who know exactly who you are
We're reading One Hundred Years of Solitude
I'm looking forward to one
I'll be quiet from now on
And see what happens when it burns
Probably nothing, it usually is
An hour takes a week here
Hit me so something happens
The clock hands go backwards here
You've bought a Lonely Planet
You're going to a southern country real soon
I pretend it's out of love
For the city that I'm staying in
"'Look at you, being so remarkable
Leaving here when the sun is like this
But you, you are who you are'"
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
The birds move further north every year
They say it's the climate threat but I take it
As a sign that you'll come up again
An hour takes a week here
Hit me so something happens
The clock hands go backwards here
Kiss me so something happens
Hit me so something bleeds
Burn down my house, do it tonight
So there's something that glows
I'll be quiet from now on
And see what happens when it burns
I can handle the silence better than anyone
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
They break earlier and earlier, the ices
They break earlier and earlier, the ices