Falling North, of the Arctic Circle inside of you

The bleakness, the cold eye of ice in you

Tundra-heart, you banish all memories, all feeling

You’re a distant cold-shoulder, I’m reeling

Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Therapy, that big trigger-word that changes you

And touches the bulls-eye of rage in you

What’s your fear?

Remembering the abandoned little child

Retreating in books while your father’s wild

Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Right by your side, naked and wide

I feel my insides, start to come up inside my mouth

It’s what I give, into this sieve

It’s worse than lonely

It’s hot tar on my innocence

We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes

Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

It’s what I give, into this sieve, it’s worse than lonely

It’s hot tar on my innocence

Right by your side, naked and wide

It’s worse than lonely, it’s hot tar on my innocence