You disappeared, where did you go? Are you tracing finger fjords, on a Northern sea vessel? And now you’re on TV, and winning lotteries And finding meaning hiding in everything And I’m all heartsore, over my loss, you’re oblivious And I’m all heartsore, over my loss, you’re oblivious You disappeared, where have you gone? Are you flying cellists off to Jökulsárlón? And when you hear these things, the voices whispering Are you sure you’re not misunderstanding? You disappeared, where is my friend? Is it wrong to bring you back from the world that’s in your head? And I’m all heartsore, over my loss, you’re oblivious And I’m all heartsore, over my loss, you’re oblivious, oblivious Oblivious (Heartsore, over my loss, you're oblivious)