northern lites

born in a manger

you're getting stranger everyday

uncertain chancer

you're sending everything astray

you're certain danger

you're a monsoon and a fire rolled in one

got me on the run

there's a distant light

a forest fire burning everything in sight

we pick it up in space with survey satellite

you're turning every modern theory on its head

leaving me for dead

you're so demanding

you've got me fumbling for escape

i'm understanding

but i'm afraid it's all too late

to find a meaning

you're blowing everything away

from coast to coast

got me much too close

there's a distant light

a forest fire burning everything in sight

we pick it up in space with survey satellite

you're turning every modern theory on its head

leaving me for dead

don't worry me or hurry me

blow me far away to the northern lites

abandon me

abandon me

blow me far away

blow me far away to the northern lites