Song Length |
6:19 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| |
Lyrics
NORTHERN DAYS
She used to be a human driver?s airbag,
Offering protection from all sides,
But she never knew the price that one day she?d pay,
Now she goes straight but with tired bloodshot eyes.
CHORUS
We don?t know what to do,
Spend all our lives just getting through these days,
These days.
We?ve got sticks and we?ve got drums,
But all our lives we suck our thumbs, in a daze,
These days,
In these Northern Days.
I always thought that one day I would change,
And I always thought that I could fly,
But now I?m singing with a drunken Irish Elvis,
With a half-closed mind and tired bloodshot eyes.
CHORUS
She always was the kind of person she hates,
Cursed with a magic flip-top head,
He never really tried to understand her,
Now he doesn?t know who?s sleeping, in his own bed.
CHORUS
That almost silent word that falls into your hand,
Makes you relax and makes you understand,
And that man who never took a wife,
Last night I heard he took his own life.
In these Northern Days .