Search for the first breath of day, can you tell that she's breathing?
She hasn't seemed well in the weather that stands between seasons
Fall never showed for her shift at the gates of my garden
Summer's held guard in her leave, but she's not a warden
If you speak past the burden of peace, you'll be christened a preacher-
But, the lesson is only as real as the truth in the teacher
Belief is just trust built to hold your most holy opinion
You can claim to be good but how do we know if we should listen?
In three words, the weather's nice
But I still miss the snow and those Northern Lights
Fall and Spring have taken flight
But I wouldn't call it paradise
Of course, you've spent most of your life, just living in transit
How could you manage to push past the weight of the planet?
You work through the week and you do your best to always recycle
To do otherwise if you opened your eyes would be suicidal
If you chose to see the value in will, you'll be worthy of glory.
Perhaps, there's another voice in the crowd that will carry the story.
More often than not the feeling will only be traded or be borrowed
Imagine a world where we all chose to fight for tomorrow
In three words, the weather's nice
But I still miss the snow and those Northern Lights
Fall and Spring have taken flight
But I wouldn't call it paradise
Sometimes, it feels like all I've ever known
Flows through all my bones
And I start to remember I'm home
When the love that I feel is my own
Like the air to my lungs, chill of the snow
I could never forget that feeling oh!
No light I've seen quite as bright
I'm going home to those northern lights
No light I've seen quite as bright
I'm going home to those northern lights