Dear Old Greenland

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 of peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing, well friends, I tell you what
I'm going there

Fear is lying dying in the sands
Yes, and it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland, ooh