Track Insight / Lyrics
Boots crunch on frozen pine needle bed
Moonlight paints the water ink and lead
He kneels, presses ear to icy stone
Hears a hum from depths unknown
[Pre-
Snow weighs down the pine and fir
Temple stones begin to stir
He times each breath to the buried chime
Like a ticket punched in dinner time
Beneath the snow the temple sings
A hymn of rock and frozen springs
He listens close, the stalker's creed
Feeding on the silent feed
Fingerprints frost on the metal rail
Tracks fade out on the white veil
He knows the regulars by their gait
Now he watches the water wait
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Snow weighs down the pine and fir
Temple stones begin to stir
He times each breath to the buried chime
Like a ticket punched in dinner time
Beneath the snow the temple sings
A hymn of rock and frozen springs
He listens close, the stalker's creed
Feeding on the silent feed
Steam rises where the warm spring breaks
Mist curls like eggs on griddle plates
He tastes the mineral, iron, old
A broth of time, a story told
No diner sign, no check to pay
Just the mountain's slow decay
He wipes his hands on denim jeans
The longest shift he's ever seen
Beneath the snow the temple sings
A hymn of rock and frozen springs
He listens close, the stalker's creed
Feeding on the silent feed
Dawn cracks the ridge, the pool goes still
The hum retreats beneath the hill
He pockets a stone, smooth and round
Like a tip left on the table found
Beneath the snow the temple sings
A hymn of rock and frozen springs
He listens close, the stalker's creed
Feeding on the silent feed
Beneath the snow the temple sings
Coffee's cold, the grill's wiped clean
Another night, another scene
