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
