Pavement
"Greenlander"

On an icy island in north, in the woods beside the church

We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt

And when the April thaw brings us out again

We can bless the arrows

And the sun won't stall, and the land will never fall



On virgin fields we'll skate, stand by children we'll create

Like the arctic wind we spin a windmill's rose into the threshing soul

You can't thresh the snow when the snow is sending

There's no divine grove, you can see the blankets go



Everything I did was right, everything I said was wrong

Now, I'm waiting for the night to bring the dawn

Into the only room where the fire's warm

Where we keep our vices warm and it's all that's left

All that's left is vices torn