Left behind everything I knew
All the colors but bone-white and sky-blue
Hit the continent running
Engines were humming just to break through
Antarctica, my only living relative
Antarctica, I can't wait anymore
Under ice there's a world moving slow
Carnelian stars and the bars down below
Serve only vodka and gin
I try to stay drunk so nobody knows
And then there's morning
Each one feels like the first one
A morning, so clean, so pure
Nothing so clear, now that I'm here
When I get back to the city
Everything's cluttered and pretty
I won't regret my return
I'll just remember the wind and the snow
And the howling so loud
That it alone drowns out the inside of me
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