Strung in the wind I called you,
but you did not hear;
you‘re a plant that needs poor soil
and I havetreated you too well
to give up flowers.
Oh I have been too rich for you.
Farther than the sun from me,
farther than I‘d have you be.
And I go north,
I get so cold.
My heart is lava under stone;
You are not worthy, you are not worthy.
With your calculating eyes spinning figures.
You cannot see me,
And if I tell myself enough.
I‘ll believe it
you are not worthy.
The sea it freezes over
to trap the light.
And I‘m in love with
being in love
and you were never quite the one;
in Gerda‘s eyes,
fragments of what you‘ve become.
And all the moths that fly at night
believe electric light is bright
you are not worthy,
you are not worthy
With your calculating eyes
spinning figures
you cannot see me
and if I tell myself enough
I‘ll believe it.
Farthe than the sun from me,
farther than I‘d have you be.
And I go north,
I get so cold.
My heart is lava under stone;
You are not worthy, you are not worthy.
With you calculating eyes spinning figures
You cannot see me.
And if tell myself enough,
I‘l believe it....