Frozen North - Bruce Soord, Jonas Renkse

Look, look at the way it turns

The wind, nothing will make it learn

See, the snow on it’s lonely ride

Watch, gently they all collide

Touch, place your hands on the frozen ground

Caress, the eyes of this cold cold land

Feel, there’s nothing to feel anymore

Numb, I’m bitterness to the choir

Turning it back to me

Turning it back to you

Moving it back and forth

Stuck in the frozen north

Look, look at the way it burns

Nothing, nothing will make us learn

Feel, the grasp on my cold cold hand

Alone, the eyes of this cold cold land

Turning it back to me

Turning it back to you

Moving it back and forth

Stuck in the frozen north

Turning it back to me

Turning it back to you

Moving it back and forth

Stuck in the frozen north