Northern Lights Glow

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Left the porch light on for hours

Watching shadows stretch and fade

All the plans we drew in dust

Slowly start to wash away

Is it getting late?

Or is it just the shift in the air?

We are holding onto paper frames Writing names in the morning dew

If the world is going to change its shape

I will find my way back to you

(back to you)

Found a map inside the drawer

Lines we traced with steady hands

Now we walk on different ground

Trying hard to understand

We are holding onto paper frames Writing names in the morning dew

If the world is going to change its shape

I will find my way back to you

I will find my way... (ooh-ooh-ooh)