North for the Winter

Lost, lost I tell you
I just wanted to go away for a year and find myself in the snow
I'd watch nature slowly freeze and get a chill in my bones
I'd write our names in a heart and come back home
I was out searching for new lands to explore and abandon
And new bodies, to exploit and abandon
But the human map it says I'm fucked, we're fucked
We're lost

It's not like running was meant to be a permanent thing, I was going to come back
But I pulled the loose thread that was the horizon
And I unraveled life here, so I left
And you say that makes me lucky?
That everything is all broke and twisted
I was just trying to turn the sun back on
But I pulled the wrong one
I was tired of living in the dark
For we danced in the dark
And we drank in the dark
And we fucked in the dark
And we died in the dark

Everything I touch turns to stone
When it should all be turning gold
You were there, you fragile young thing
With your broken wings all out on display
For all to see, as if it somehow validated the way you felt
If everybody saw it
But everything I touch turns to stone
It all turns to stone
It all turns to stone
It all turns to stone
It all turns to stone
It all turns to stone