There's a cold and icy spot   In the middle of the sea   When our ships pass in the night   They have to stop eventually      And all our passengers climb out    Climb out the windows and doors   To stop and stand upon the ice   To find that face they'd seen before      And though I've never seen these ships   I've seen your face      Follow, I could follow you   Only under some disguise   If I followed all your dandelions    Then who would look over mine?      There's some comfort in the snow   Like an invitation   But there's a stillness in the cold   It gives reservation      And the ice is not the ground   And this place is not my home      And though I've never seen these ships   I've been alone      Follow, I could follow you   Only under some disguise   If I followed all your dandelions    Then who would look over mine?