if I'm not dreaming, how could this be, every thought
striving, with nothing to be found
it looks like a cheval, but I don't look the same, the Orient
Express doesn't even touch the ground
there's one thing for certain, I am alive, in a place, that never
recedes in to night
the suns they're so much farther away, different places
different times, this still makes for, for a brighter day, I feel
the horizon, and its majestic way of saying, it's alright
who would've thought, of such a twist in the scene, the craft
of illusion, suspension in the sky
elevation to nowhere, hard to believe, that man from
yesterday to day walks as a child
to understand thy self is, to define to, be one's self is, to
defy-hi
the suns they're so much farther away, different places,
different times, this still makes for, for a brighter day, I feel
the horizon, and its majestic way of saying, it's alright
there's no need for the carnival they have anyway, some of
the rides look, look kind of the same, until they seem to
send'm away, till the new colors say, see how things can
change, at least now I know, how things can change
the suns they're so much farther away, different places,
different times, this still makes for, for a brighter day, I feel
the horizon, and its majestic way of saying
the suns they're so much farther away, different places,
different times, this still makes for, for a brighter day, I feel
the horizon, and its majestic way of saying, it's alright