I’ve never seen the Northern Lights
I never take my own advice
You know that I hate to be alone
Darling, when you coming home?

I’ve been writing
Letters that I don’t intend to send
Try to forget
They say broken hearts are slow to mend

I never could accept defeat
I never could find peaceful sleep
Pick up the pieces when the game is lost
Someday we’ll all turn to dust

Never talk about your ghosts
It burned me when I stood too close
Everything is made of mirrors and smoke
What we thought would bend just broke

I’ve been writing
Letters that I don’t intend to send
The things that we ignore
Are the ones that tend to kill us in the end

Never cared for cigarettes
Try and learn my regrets
The truth it seems is stranger than the lie
Plastic flowers never die