Mystic Bearings

(hmmmm) Lost in the quiet,

the frost on the stone

A pathway of glass where we wander

alone

Oh, the ancient rhythm calls

Through the cracks in crumbling walls

We will find the light that waits inside (ahhhh)

Leaves in the water

reflect a new sky

The shadows we painted are starting

to dry

Oh, the ancient rhythm calls Through the cracks in crumbling walls

We will find the light that waits inside (ahhhh)

Lost in the quiet... (hmmmm)