Yes mum's gone to iceland
She's left the neon lights behind
The adverts and the hard won
Victories of being kind
Yes mum's gone to iceland
I see her in the shelves
In the frozen freezers
With the salmon en croute
I should have gone there with her
Should have tailed her like a hound
But I couldn't bring myself to be there
I was a vain and angry child
I thought she was weak for being left behind
I was ashamed of the sadness that I felt in her eyes
For it all is still in iceland, in the frozen isles
In the exploding geysers, in the shipwrecked paradise
Yes mum's gone to iceland, and it's the end of the world
But only the beginning of tomorrow for another boy or girl
Born in spring like the swallow
Born to cross desert or sea
Yes the bird has flown to iceland
Now she's as free as free can be
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