Horizon

Canvas and the brush stroke letters
Matches, cigarettes
Eyelashes, bold
Traffic, should have stayed, know better
Baggage in my car to leave and go
Fast as I can drive, wheels burning
Matches light it up
Strike, lightning bolt
Paris, pretty leaves, November
Lesson in reception I suppose

Horizon, my God
Golden light, I soak you up
I don’t understand, still try
Dodging trouble, wait, cuddle now
Late far more rewarding forces
Scenic views
Here we are, after dark
Where’d you park?
Come and cuddle now

Eight billion on Earth
Two humans could work
Give love when we trust
Forgive when we’re worse
Voice straight to my feels
Hot to the touch
Patience revealed
Can't get enough

Temperature raising up the thermostat, was gone
Sweat it out
It's effortless, still represent the calm
Evergreen trees
Trace your fingers up my arm
How does it feel to be mortal?

Horizon, my God
Golden light, I soak you up
I don’t understand, still try
Dodging trouble, wait, cuddle now
Late far more rewarding forces
Scenic views
Here we are, after dark
Where’d you park?
Come and cuddle now

I really see you now
I really need you now, gone too soon
Somewhere to steer the highs
We could've said goodbye back in June

Horizon, my God
Golden light, I soak you up
I don’t understand, still try
Dodging trouble, wait, cuddle now
Late far more rewarding forces
Scenic views
Here we are, after dark
Where’d you park?
Come and cuddle now