Bring Me the Horizon
Horizons are made of shadows
And hope is made of burnt ash,
Cause when the skyline found my footsteps
Light and dark were meant to crash.
Horizons are made of silver.
I’ve chased them till my soles bled.
Miles of land and soul I’ve wasted,
But my horizons burned too red.
Horizons are just empty spaces
In which my aching heart I’ve hid.
I thought I’d let go of their echo,
But I don’t think I ever did.
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