The Magnetic Ridge Songtext
von Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows

We stockpiled for the season
Strangling the trees
Tied down shelter from the rain
And slowly drew a map ahead

It stood there in a dream
Black door never to be seen
Calling my name, awaiting
For the paces of my feet

Fading eye in the room
While the candle is alight
Lay me down in the womb′s
Inescapable divide


And we make it to the sanctum
I'm hearing voices in the tunnels
I sense some tension in my brothers
And I taste the evil on my breath
But as we edge on the the centre
As we make our move, a vibe sinks in
Like a telegram from the stars

Those feelings coming over me
Those symptoms of the mind
They′re warding me away
But I belong here inside

Fading eye in the room
While the candle is alight
Lay me down in the womb's
Inescapable divide