Cold air bites the cobblestone
Winter wind begins to moan
Silver casing hits the street
Where the frozen alleys meet
Spinning round in circles now
Broken glass and winter vow
Needle searching for the way
Turning gold to winter gray
Woolen coats and heavy breath
Winter stillness feels like death
Hold the metal in your hand
Stranger in a foreign land
Spinning round in circles now
Broken glass and winter vow
Needle searching for the way
Turning gold to winter gray
Frozen droplets on the rim
Light is growing thin and dim
Trace the circle, find the line
Wait for one last holy sign
Step by step on salted ground
Looking for a missing sound
Lift the heavy iron gate
While the lonely hours wait
Spinning round in circles now
Broken glass and winter vow
Needle searching for the way
Turning gold to winter gray
Close the latch and lock the door
We don't need the map no more
North is where the frost is deep
While the city falls to sleep
Spinning round in circles now
Broken glass and winter vow
Needle searching for the way
Turning gold to winter gray
Silver needle, find the north
Walk the winter alley forth
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)