Can’t see the horizon
Covered in a white haze
Where’s our direction?
Breaking down, our decisions
We were going one way
and now it’s hectic
I don’t need to look down
I can still feel the ground
Where we come from
It’s a blank canvas now
Where we’re going
In the end, we’ll know how...
… long will the sun hide
Holding all the right ways
Beneath the daylight
Can’t see now but it’s alright
I can feel a warm ray
Enough to get by
Where we come from
Where we’re going
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