Under the dog star sail  Over the reefs of moonshine  Under the skies of fall  North, north west, the Stones of Faroe    Under the Arctic fire  Over the seas of silence  Hauling on frozen ropes  For all my days remaining  But would north be true?    All colours bleed to red  Asleep on the ocean's bed  Drifting on empty seas  For all my days remaining    But would north be true?  Why should I?  Why should I cry for you?  Dark angels follow me  Over a godless sea  Mountains of endless falling,  For all my days remaining,    What would be true?    Sometimes I see your face,  The stars seem to lose their place  Why must I think of you?  Why must I?  Why should I?  Why should I cry for you?  Why would you want me to?  And what would it mean to say,  That, "I loved you in my fashion"?    What would be true?  Why should I?  Why should I cry for you?