Novaya Zemlya

I can sense some tension here
Words unspoken
Hanging like a chandelierIn the open

As you slip and get to grips
With pastures new
Your lips and fingertips
Are turning blue

Here we are, Navaya Zemlya

Northern lights are burning bright
Check the horizon
Oil projector that you like
To feast your eyes on

Always hoped you’d get to see
The midnight sun
A place faraway from me
Or anyone

Here we are, Navaya Zemlya
Here we are, Navaya Zemlya