Satin sky and a heavy lens
Where the asphalt road finally ends
Click the shutter on a rusted wire
Walking far from the city fire
Silver needle in a metal case
Searching for a hidden place
Turn the dial to the frozen pine
Cross the border of a broken line
Copper poles stand in a perfect row
Watching all the winter grasses grow
I can feel the cold against my skin
Where the edge of the forest lets us in
Silver needle in a metal case
Searching for a hidden place
Turn the dial to the frozen pine
Cross the border of a broken line
Pocket compass with a steady hand
Mapping out this lonely stretch of land
Focus sharp on the needle's glow
Guiding us where the wild rivers flow
Silver needle in a metal case
Searching for a hidden place
Turn the dial to the frozen pine
Cross the border of a broken line
Bus pass torn in a denim fold
Stories that the telephone poles told
Flash the light on the heavy gray mist
A secret world that the map has missed
Step by step through the needle leaf
Holding on to a sudden belief
Weight of the glass and the iron gear
Bringing the far away distance near
Capture breath in a crystal frame
Giving every nameless hill a name
Silver orbit in a shaking palm
Finding here a heavy kind of calm
Silver needle in a metal case
Searching for a hidden place
Turn the dial to the frozen pine
Cross the border of a broken line
Silver North, Silver North
Silver North, Silver North
