Well he lit you up like amber waves in his movie show.
He fixed you up real good 'til I don't know you anymore.
From ballet class to a lap dance straight to video.
And the pool side news was that he would be launching you.

Into every young man's bedroom, you gave it up,
On DVD and magazine, you gave it up,
A private rite of passage, you gave it up,
To every boy's sweet dream, with their paper cuts.


You said he's got a 'healing machine'-
It glows in the dark, glows in the dark.
You say there's not a lot of me left anymore- just leave it alone.
But if you're by, and you have the time,
Tell the Northern Lights to keep shining,
A-lately it seems like they're drowning.


He could light you up and summon every swan to the lakeside,
Off to Cabo San Lucas for some optical stimulus.
Then you started to guess there was someone else though his flint glass,
Seeing all of you immersed in his sepia.


Into every young man's bedroom, you gave it up,
On DVD and magazine, you gave it up,
A private rite of passage, you gave it up,
To every boy's sweet dream, with their paper cuts.


You said he's got a 'healing machine'-
It glows in the dark, glows in the dark.
You say there's not a lot of me left anymore- just leave it alone.
But if you're buy, and you have the time,
Tell the Northern Lights to keep shining,
A-lately it seems like they're drowning.


So I went by 'cause I had the time-
Told the Northern Lights to keep shining.
They told me to tell you they're waving...