At the top of the world
there is a half-year sun
the water's all froze
and one thousand men old
on the side of the hill
there are no wanting eyes
but you're a spectacle a spinning doll
now the hour is fading but ours is staying
its all syncopated to your heart's hard heartbeat time
you may never miss a sign
At the base of your skull
i've got a place there still
all my clothes spread out
in a permanent row
Now the hour is fading but ours is staying
its all syncopated to your hearts hard heartbeat time
we will never not get together
we will never not get too old
the water's all frozen one
And i've got a place there still
and we will not get too old