Piano finds the same three notes again
Rain runs down the glass like a quiet vein
I have no kingdom and no crown
But in this room you are my holy ground
I have walked through fire and I have walked through wine
But there is only one voice that calls me home inside
You are my northern shore
The one I keep when the world is gone
You are the song I can not sing
The only real and lasting thing
I have loved in many tongues and many towns
Stood beneath the neon and the circus sounds
But when the carnival folds its tent at last
Your quiet hand is my only cast
They say a man must hold the world to be complete
But I have watched the empires fall beneath the street
I do not need the battle or the prize
Only the shadow of your arm across my eyes
You are my northern shore
The one I keep when the world is gone
You are the song I can not sing
The only real and lasting thing
