Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

Standing at the end of The final masquerade The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday Shadows floating over Skies begin to fade You said it was forever But then it slipped away Tearing me apart

They'll never know we give no warning We set a trap they took the bait It's under crimson skies hell's horizon Our trap will spring Unaware of our presence they'll be marching Straight to their doom We are prepared for war ready to fire

Beneath the silt I'm sinking Climbing the walls Save me I'm drowning I'm drowning Sailing under sheets of rain The waves crashing inside my brain A gray horizon lies below The oceans pulling undertow

Let's chase away, the storms and the rain And the days of dark (oh oh oh) Your hand in mine, there's no better time Let's raise a glass, to the pain of the past And never look back on these broken hearts Right where horizon, the sun started shining So

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had

Battlefields a thousand miles away There with every bite Finally we're coming home Watching the horizon Everybody's coming home for summer What a feeling, taste the freedom We started in October Drowned our sins in cold November rain Thoughts all through

Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had