DESCRIPTION:
Happiness can find me over Greenland
Sinking in a red wine hazy head,
Heavy with the memories of myself
With all of those people I called friends.
All the fishing boats are snowflakes melting
On the surface of the ocean, painted blue;
And all of the switchboard houses blinking
With all of the voices I once knew.

And the noise on the radio sings,
And the walls are listening...
When voices from a broken window call you,
Can you hear them?

February found me at your mercy
After January found me at my own,
Following the streetlamp chains to places
Void of any vestiges of homes.
Then one of the lamps began to flicker
Underneath the warehouse, painted blue;
And all of the windows filled with terror
In faces of the people I once knew.

And the noise on the radio sings,
And the walls are listening...
When voices from a broken window call me
I am the only one who hears them...