The aftertaste dark black coffee is the taste how our relationship after it ends,
bittersweet with pungent acidity, but this one burns
Right now, standing in the beginning,
I don't know what you do, but it's blinding

Yet there's this little voice ringing,

I'm scared to write our future 'cause I know there's none
It's bleak in the midst of dust and sand
Can't see clearly and nothing's solid off the ground

So, 'let's leave darling', said little voice, 'find your way home once again'
'he's none to have unless you're looking for fun'
yet for fun how much should we amend
'wish you would peek your nothern star once again'
'and just follow it 'till the end'