Static Horizons

The highway blurs the painted lines

Another sign

we leave behind

The city arches fade to grey

We watch the colors

drift away

And we don't turn around

We like the quiet sound (ahhh)

We're driving through a world we made

(made) Watching all the structures fade

We never want to

break the mold

The passengers they come and go

A theater where we run the show

The same routine we love to keep

While driving fast inside our sleep

And we don't turn around

We like the quiet sound (ahhh)

We're driving through a world we made

(made) Watching all the structures fade

We never want to break the mold

No changes, no exits,

just the loop we chose

(loop

we chose)

(just a world we made)