Liquid Horizons

(hmmmm) Early morning frost on the grass

Watch the frozen moments pass

Quiet steps along the lane

Fading like the autumn rain

Wooden fences paint a line

Through the hills of oak and pine

Every breath a silver cloud

Far away from any crowd

Oh,

the path we leave behind Is the

sweetest one to find Take a map or lose your way

We will make it home today (oooh)

Sunlight breaking through the grey

Guiding us along our way

Shadows stretch and start to fade

In the quiet world we made

We will make it home today (hmmmm)