Comfort no longer consoles me, Hyperborea bores me
Loving the dregs of the heart, A hymn to the night this smoker spits against the wind
Automatic writing, Automatic talking, Automatic loving, Automatic spirit
The ghost in me seeks the ghost in you, Everywhere demons abound
Only in dreams are you found, Nightmares are always in the way
The ghost in me seeks the ghost in you, Married to a fantasy
Let it destroy all the comfortable things about me, I don't care
I bring night into Hyperborea, They pretend where I've been
A lust for the unnamed, Some are only night through and through
While others are only day, A lamentable left behind
Has me wandering through Hyperborea, With the other side of midnight
The ghost in me seeks the ghost in you, Everywhere demons abound
Only in dreams are you found, Nightmares are always in the way
The ghost in me seeks the ghost in you, Married to a fantasy
Let it destroy all the comfortable things about me, I don't care
Comfort no longer consoles me, Hyperborea bores me
Loving the dregs of the heart, A hymn to the night
This smoker spits against the wind, Automatic writing
Automatic talking, Automatic loving
Automatic spirit