 Hey, do you know where you're going?
Have you noticed its snowing?
Although it is June?
They said your weakness was showing
That your rapture was growing
Just a little too soon
But under these mountains, the nights and the shadows grow long
The stars up above you feel wrong
This is not your sky
Pray to a strange constellation
Thank God for your isolation
This forever goodbye
Dawn throws its light on the covers
In this bed there's another
Asleep at your side
Gone, the embrace of a lover
And the fire you discovered
Already has died
Her body recoils as your hand goes to touch her again
She's a temple that won't let you in
At her side you're alone
On her back is the same constellation
Confirming your alienation
No, this flesh is not home
You carry a vague conviction
This life rose from an eviction
Out of your homeland
True but it's also addiction
To this soft crucifixion
Under these foreign hands
And like all Christs before you, you kneel down beneath the night sky
To look into your father's eyes
And only feel lost
Crucified to a strange constellation
A new king awaits coronation
But there will be no great revelation
Your journey is your destination
Discomfort could be your salvation
Here under the Southern Cross
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