Songtext Don't look now, i'm being followed. act normal Hands Like Houses

Don't look now, i'm being followed. act normal

Is this the edge of the world?
We chased the horizon down
'til it hung beneath our feet.
Now I'm drifting blind.
All I know is we can't move close.

I've never seen the lights of the north,
the constellations are so unfamiliar.

We followed far,
As far as this machinery takes us,
To some imaginary place
Where the compass shifts
And our lips drift to our cheeks.

Is this the edge of the world?
All I know is we can't move closer.

I've never seen the lights of the north,
the constellations are so unfamiliar.

Searching for some apparent place
Where floated needles decide the way.
I'd dig in my heels
But I might crack the ice.
Give me some solid ground.

The frost is sinking in,
In my cheeks,
In my chest,
In my fingertips.
'Desperation', we name every cape beyond the last.
Frozen senseless.
Everyday is a winter solstice.
The view's a wonder,
But I can't take it in.

Is this the edge of the world?

I've never seen the lights of the north,
the constellations are so unfamiliar.

Sun, make canvas of coastlines,
So I know where I stand.
Make canvas of coastlines,
So I know where I stand.
Sun, make canvas of coastlines,
(We round each cape to find a place to call our own.)
So I know where I stand.
(Round each cape to find a place to call home.)
Make canvas of coastlines,
So I know where I stand.

I've never seen the lights of the north,
the constellations are so unfamiliar.
So unfamiliar.
(Sun, make canvas of coastlines,
So I know where I stand.)
So unfamiliar.
So unfamiliar.
(make canvas of coastlines.)
So unfamiliar.