Nick Brower - Silverthorne Lyrics

I remember a tree
That dances with itself
A hand of seed
And groundwater steaming
Running out of time
And I don't have a reason
To bring closer to me
An illusion repeated

An old dream
In Silverthorne
It's yours to keep
For a soul adorned
An old dream
In Silverthorne

With whistling sails
I had to travel an ocean
To see the whole scene
From death to motion
When we stepped off a keel
She disappeared in a jungle
And I stared at our drawings
While I slept in a bunker

An old dream
In Silverthorne
It's yours to keep
For a soul adorned
An old dream
In Silverthorne

I remember the leaves
That curl at the touch
The smoke in our chimneys
In a time with no speed
No speed