This is a story about a spy hiding out north of the arctic circle. He got there in the summer and got stuck in the winter ...
It gets a little funky.
You don't know a hunger like me
not the kind that rips at your stomach and gnashes your teeth
Now go to sleep
Don't go too deep
You don't know a wind like this one
Not the kind that freezes your hands to the bone
Hard as a stone
Heart is a stone
Chorus
I've been trying to find a payphone
But they no longer exist
I've been trying find a way
to get off the blacklist
But when the sun sets at midnight
There's only so long your can hide
And the front door is blocked by the snow
And even the trees have been abandoned by the crows
You can't get out
Well, there's one way out
But most of the year it's the cold
and the rest of the year you get old