Northern Lights

Perhaps an ideal way of life
 Leads to an ideal way of death
 It would be good to be you
 But I'd rather be dead
 Perhaps a fashionable way of life
 Leads to a fashionable way of death
 But to be in love is not in fashion anymore
 Let's move somewhere
 Near the northern skies
 And watch the northern lights
 And watch the northern lights
 Come, come into my arms
 I want you in my arms
 I want you in my arms
 In a way it's just not very nice
 To be around people with fashionable minds
 Perhaps It's futile to speak when everyone is online
 Alone with a couple hundreds of friends
 And a couple hundreds of pills
 So please leave with me
 Near the northern skies
 And watch the northern lights
 And watch the northern lights
 Come, come into my arms
 I want you in my arms
 I want you in my arms
 Arms, come into my arms
 I want you in my arms
 I want you in my arms