On the way to Greenland
(On the way to Greenland)

I shall find
All the disparate fragments of my mind

I shall return a different man
And darling, do all that I can

On the way to Greenland
I shall find no mundane distractions of any kind

If beneath the ice fields there's a room
It's there I'll find my peace a lovely tomb

Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra

Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance

There is a peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing

Well friends, I'm going there

Fear is lying dying in the sands
And it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland

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Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird