Northern Towns کے بول

make it so the handsome way of what never was turns to overcast what has become so away with that which makes a moment so discreet we hesitate, ashamed to really laugh or really weep maybe man is worth the weight of what his eyes have seen maybe there's a branch of wonder left here to believe there are places with horizons above a level ground a man's as much as the love he leaves behind in northern towns make it so what makes us mindful without reprimand fall behind the eyes of every man if the story of our lives becomes our sufferings penned and left begin to recount every time you ever really wept.