Stevie Taite - True North lyrics

Moral compa** calibrator Degrees decrees unsettle me In search of what? Will We know later? Spun out by ancient gravity Starlight sings and smells of succour Instinct shouldn't blind an eye Star shaped navigators settle Follow not the crooked lie Hope held in naive and youthful Caught in trance by rambling Vortex old lent axis spoofing Years wear down and crumble in Mystic stone that stuck foot fast Metal rock is precious still Raw attraction guides the mast Free to twist its own free will Foggy morn veils destination Short arm of a law that leads Near star brings evaporation True North guides the soul that sees