Of North of North Stars Songtext
von John Maus

The snowless winter
Oh, how i miss the snow
And in the city that i hate
I don′t make sense to anyone

Does anyone know
What wonders the night can hold in the cold
Can there be inspiration without the snow-covered wandering streets,
Gently moonlit chimneys and frost-covered windowpanes


The snowless winter is living death
Breathing out air without seeing your breath, i'm depressed
And i′m stupid and foolish
Your sick sunny palm tres are creepy and ghoulish

I hate myself more than anyone else in this city
And it soothes me to know most of them will be dead
In a hundred years of snowless winters

A snowless winter
Oh, how i miss the snow and in the city that i hate
I don't make sense to anyone
Does anyone know what wonders the night can hold in the cold
Can there be inspiration without the snow covered wandering streets gently moonlit
Chimneys and frost-covered windowpanes