Dirty Black Summer

On the way to Greenland I shall find All the disparate fragments of my mind And I, I shall return a different man And darling, do, oh darling, do all that I can On the way to Greenland I shall find No mundane distractions of any kind And if, if beneath the ice fields there's a room You know it's there I'll find my peace a lovely tomb Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance There is a sort peace Peace and pain, the peace of nothing Well friends, I'm telling you I'm going there Fear is lying dying in the sands Yes, and it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland