Search for the first breath of day, can you tell that she's breathing?

She hasn't seemed well in the weather that stands between seasons

Fall never showed for her shift at the gates of my garden

Summer's held guard in her leave, but she’s not a warden.



If you speak past the burden of peace, you’ll be christened a preacher-

But, the lesson is only as real as the truth in the teacher

Belief is just trust built to hold your most holy opinion

You can claim to be good but how do we know if we should listen?



In three words, the weather's nice

But I still miss the snow and those Northern Lights

Fall and Spring have taken flight

But I wouldn't call it paradise



Of course, you've spent most of your life, just living in transit

How could you manage to push past the weight of the planet?

You work through the week and you do your best to always recycle

To do otherwise if you opened your eyes would be suicidal



If you chose to see the value in will, you’ll be worthy of glory.

Perhaps, there’s another voice in the crowd that will carry the story.

More often than not the feeling will only be traded or be borrowed

Imagine a world where we all chose to fight for tomorrow.



In three words, the weather's nice

But I still miss the snow and those Northern Lights

Fall and Spring have taken flight

But I wouldn't call it paradise



Sometimes, it feels like all I’ve ever known

Flows through all my bones

And I start to remember I’m home

When the love that I feel is my own

Like the air to my lungs, chill of the snow

I could never forget that feeling oh!



No light I’ve seen quite as bright

I’m going home to those northern lights