Close your eyes it’s all around you
And now the wires are all too tight
I’ve fallen look around you
I’m the lore you learned today

I took a turn in my way
And I shook the tide
The plane is but a spec
And Prevot has a gun
One bullet two men
The sky is white

Feels like a magic [bad word] fly a dying man
His shoulders are like ice capped
Mountains in the sand
Curve of the horizon is feminine so then
The eyes do not see anymore

Close your eyes it’s all around you
The heat’s a blanket of decay
Spirits dancing all around you
Dusty coral hazy grey

I’m the one to survive this
Soul is curled up tide
The plane is but a spec
And Prevot has a gun
One bullet two men
The sky is white

Feels like a magic carpet
wish for a dying man
His shoulders are like ice capped
Mountains in the sand
Curve of the horizon is primitive man
So we do not speak anymore

Close your eyes now
It’s all around you
And you feel the wires are all too tight
If I know there’ll be no back home
Beyond, beyond into unknown
Pour it through your hand
Here’s the map of the land
The horizon...

And the bird is so golden
Feels like a magic [bad word] fly a dying man

The long haul back
In no direction
And no one knows we’re ok
And the curve of the horizon
masterpiece
Survival on adrenaline it’s over soon
Doesn’t everyone have their own walk to walk

Doesn’t everyone