Southern Cross

Hey, do you know where you're going?
Have you noticed it's snowing though it is June?
They said your weakness was showing
That your rapture was showing just a little too soon

But under these mountains the nights and the shadows grow long
The stars up above you feel wrong, this is not your sky
Pray, to a strange constellation
Thank God for your isolation, this forever goodbye

Dawn throws its light on the covers
In this bed there's another asleep at your side
Gone, the embrace of a lover
And the fire you discovered already has died

Her body recoils as your hand goes to touch her again
She's a temple that won't let you in, at her side you're alone
On her back is the same constellation, confirming your alienation
No, this flesh is not home

You carry a vague conviction
This life rose from an eviction out of your homeland
Truth but it's also addiction to this soft crucifixion
Under these foreign hands

And like all Christs before you, you kneel down beneath the night sky
To look into your father's eyes and only feel lost
Crucified to a strange constellation, a new king awaits coronation
But there will be no great revelation, your journey is your destination
And discomfort could be your salvation here under the Southern Cross