Magnetic North Drift

[Chorus]
(A cappella)
Oh, our magnetic north drift
In the fjord-light myth, you still exist

[Verse 1]
The rust from the Kvernevik sign on your thumb,
third beer of the night, a December numb.
You trace the contour lines on my frozen glass,
a map of a future that’s already past.

[Chorus]
Oh, our magnetic north drift
In the fjord-light myth, you still exist
Yeah, our magnetic north drift
Just a word-drift gift, a tectonic shift

[Verse 2]
The old compass spins in your passenger seat,
an engine's low hum on the wet-black street.
The salt spray burned your chin when you said it,
"Some of us have to chart the silence."

[Chorus]
Oh, our magnetic north drift
In the fjord-light myth, you still exist
Yeah, our magnetic north drift
Just a word-drift gift, a tectonic shift

[Bridge]
And it's 3 AM on the T-bane now
You're mapping the fault lines of my brow.

[Outro]
(Stripped to voice and hang drum)
Oh, our magnetic north drift
A compass I'll miss.