Frozen Northern Shores - Iain Archer

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