Track Insight / Lyrics
Hush, the mountain's listening close
As I wrap my cold hands 'round the compass-case
Tucked in my jacket, safe from sleet and snow
A silver homing bird pointing southeast
Twilight looms and shadows start to creep
Seeking ancient stones to stop my aching feet
The wind it moans a mournful swan-song
As I wander, a lone pilgrim, all the night long
Through frozen ferns and groaning trees I roam
Heeding the compass singing soft and true
In this cryptic dance, I'm not alone
Guided by that lodestone heart beating just for you
Oh, spires of stone, gather me below
Beneath your snow-encrusted eaves and time-forged columns go
I'll find the secret, I will learn the lore
And spin your tales to the enchanted folk once more
Summits stretch like giants, bare and grey and grim
The heavens swirl in sheets of bitter mercury
But still I climb, to hear the ancient hymn
Echoing off ice and stone in the void above us here
Through frozen ferns and groaning trees I roam
Heeding the compass singing soft and true
In this cryptic dance, I'm not alone
Guided by that lodestone heart beating just for you
Oh, spires of stone, gather me below
Beneath your snow-encrusted eaves and time-forged columns go
I'll find the secret, I will learn the lore
And spin your tales to the enchanted folk once more
Lost in this wilderness of ice and snow
Reaching for a light that only the heart can know
The compass in my palm, a white-hot coal
Beating out a rhythm, to lure me whole
Oh, spires of stone, gather me below
Beneath your snow-encrusted eaves and time-forged columns go
I'll find the secret, I will learn the lore
And spin your tales to the enchanted folk once more
And so the journey ends where ancient stones ascend
Seeking shelter from the savage mountain winds
In this secret glade, where compass and I collide
Here's where my heart will rest, until the morning's tide.
