Falling North of the Arctic Circle inside of you
The bleakness, the cold eye of ice in you
Tundra-heart, you banish all memories, all feeling
You're a distant cold-shoulder, I'm reeling

Oh, we're as dead as doors, we're as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Therapy, that big trigger-word that changes you
And touches the bulls-eye of rage in you
What's your fear? Remembering the abandoned little child
Retreating in books while your father's wild

Oh, we're as dead as doors, we're as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
And we're as dead as doors, we're as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Right by your side, naked and wide
I feel my insides, start to come up into my mouth
It's what I give, into this sieve
It's worse than lonely
It's hot tar on my innocence

We're as dead as doors, we're as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba
We're as dead as doors and we're as dead as ashes
Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba

It's what I give into this sieve
It's worse than lonely
It's hot tar on my innocence
Naked and wide, right by your side
It's worse than lonely
It's hot tar on my innocence