Moving to the arctic circle Close enough to see the polar bears Digging down the sheets of snow And burying all the bad things that we know Brother I won't watch you go I'm changing colours going gray As I watch time spent under cross my face The writing doesn't look the same And I can't remember what it used to say Brother I won't watch you go We will build a sandstone house Just enough to fit the both of us What have we saved as we both lay and wait for our ghost to leave this cage Well I drop the suitcase chase after my train Brother I won't watch you go I'm coming too