Dear old greenland

On the way to Greenland
I shall find
All the disparate fragments of your mind
I shall return a different man
And darling, do all that I can
On the way to Greenland
I shall find no mundane distractions of any kind
If beneath the ice fields there's a room
It's there I'll find my peace a lovely tomb
Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
There is a peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing
Well friends, I'm going there
Fear is lying dying in the sands
And it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland.