Tender Horizons

{intimate

fingerpicked acoustic guitar} {warm analog strings swell} (ahhhh) Morning light across the

floor

Trace the shadows to the door

Every breath is soft and still

Time is bending to our will

Oh, it's beautiful

How the world just fades away

In the quiet we made

So beautiful (so beautiful)

{soaring string crescendo}

Dust motes dancing in the air

We have found our sanctuary here

Not a single word to say

Let the morning slip away {subtle brush snare drum enters}

Beautiful (hummmm)

So still

{music slowly fades, acoustic guitar alone} {final piano chord echoes}