Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold grey gravel on the floor,
I can't find the open door.
Twilight purple, dim and deep,
Promises I meant to keep.
Spinning round in circles now,
I will find the center how.
Silver needle, point me true,
I am searching back for you.
Bending low to touch the grit,
Where the heavy shadows sit.
Metal clicking on a stone,
Walking through the dark alone.
Glass is cracked across the face,
Lost within this hollow space.
Tracing lines of rusted gold,
Stories that were never told.
Spinning round in circles now,
I will find the center how.
Silver needle, point me true,
I am searching back for you.
My fingers numb, the air is chill,
The ticking clock is standing still.
One small glint beneath the haze,
Ending all these lonely days.
Caught a spark of polished white,
Breaking through the dying light.
Hold the casing in my hand,
Sifting through the salted sand.
Spinning round in circles now,
I will find the center how.
Silver needle, point me true,
I am searching back for you.
North is where the garden ends.
North is where the spirit bends. Found it now.
Found it now.
