[Intro — wind, open land, no road sounds] I Know the East, my home - The West now I belong -
[Verse 1] I have the west Where my wars are now fought The south belonged to what we always knew was dark But the north — No one I had ever trusted Had a name for what the north was
The Virtues said go north And then they left me with the direction And nothing else
No roads recorded No ocean chart that reached it Every document I found said the same thing Restricted Restricted Before memory began — restricted
[Pre-Chorus 1] I made a list Of everything ever written about the north It was the shortest list I’d ever made It said: Do not go there And then nothing
[Chorus] Polaris — the star that has no answer Polaris — the direction with no road I have followed every other path that opened Now the only one that’s left is the one nobody knows Polaris — the north I cannot map Polaris — the question with no floor I have been a warrior and a weapon I have never been afraid of a direction before
[Verse 2] I gathered everything we had Old texts, church records, soldiers’ whispers Every time someone approached the north The records stopped Not burned Not destroyed Just — stopped Like the writers reached a point And put the pen down And walked away And never wrote again
The Herder’s wolves sat down and wouldn’t move I had never seen them refuse anything Corvus said nothing Which was how I knew he felt it too
[Pre-Chorus 2] I was about to turn us back I had the words already forming We don’t have enough We don’t know what we’re walking into We don’t even know if walking into it Is something meant for us
[Chorus 2] Polaris — the star that has no answer Polaris — the direction with no road I have followed every other path that opened Now the only one that’s left is the one nobody knows Polaris — the north I cannot map Polaris — the question with no floor I was about to say: we turn around I did not get to say it
[Bridge — Mystical] A hand took mine Small Warm Not afraid of anything I looked down A child Standing where no child should be In the middle of the unmarked territory In the middle of nowhere The child looked up at me And pointed at my hair
Are you the light?
Not the way a child asks questions The way the stars ask questions Like something that has always known the answer And is asking anyway To see if you do I could not answer The child was gone before I found the words
Still in the air Still waiting
Are you the light?
I don’t know what I am
But I know which way I’m walking
North.