The ink wouldn't dry and the snow didn't melt
So I set the house on fire to explain how I felt
'cause all that I am is only things that will be
Afraid to let go, afraid to move on, afraid to be free
Now I gather all the things I left behind
I'm still here fast asleep on the northern line

We stayed up all night and slept through our days
Now I'm tired of the lies and the hours gone to waste
And all along the thought of this has scared me so
But if I fight it, if I never try I'll never make it out I'll never grow

Now the night comes on and no one wonders why
I'm still here fast asleep on the northern line
I'm all yours fast asleep on the northern line

Mmm