Love is such an impossible thing
It destroys young boys
When they're out in the open
And the niceties you say
Only make the pain stay
In my heart, in my head
In my body, in my half-empty bed
In the sun
Getting burnt from the crisp, blonde rays
In the night it's cold
And I walk in the rain
In the day, half-asleep
In a ball, half-awake
Too tired to wash, stagnating

I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I was Antarctic
I was Antarctic
I was Antarctic
I was Antarctic
I was Antarctic

Sorrow is such an inevitable thing
It could kill my dreams
It could make me a monster
Holding hands on the way to the dance
Or holding tight, tight for one last night
In bed, in the sun
Getting burnt from the crisp, blonde rays
So cold, alone
I walk in thе rain
In the day, half-asleep
In a ball, half-awake
Too tired to spеak
The lion-tamers die now
The lion-tamers die now
The lion-tamers die now
I die now
Marks apart on my neck-blades, spreading out
Wide like a dark arch, sad like a theme-park
I shuffle, I walk behind you
Thinking of the arc I made inside you
Sit down! And slap yrself together, boy
Sit down! The lion-tamers die now
Move forward!
You are the eskimo
You are the eskimo
I am the eskimo

I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I am the deadhead
I am the deadhead
I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I am the deadhead
I am the Arctic

I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I am the deadhead
I am the deadhead
I am Antarctic
I am Antarctic
I am the deadhead
I am the Arctic