The Idea of North - Shellac

He was from up north

Part of the north academy

It could have been anywhere

Let’s say it was… wants

Imagine living and goin' nuts

Sitting caught in the void

Imagine days without numbers attached

Drinking of course

I wrote him a letter

Said «I'll never come home!»

But he never sent it

But he wrote it again and again

Stacked up to the ceiling

Then another stack

Burn them all winter

For heat

Picture a chair

And the way that he sits in it

He looks out the window

I think he believes in it