Horizon In My Hands

Teeth on the curb of another dawn

Sky looks rusted

Lungs feel wrong

Slept in my shoes

Fear on the floor

Every sunrise feels like a closing door

Bring me the horizon

I’m done staring at the ground

If the world keeps breaking

I’ll be the trembling sound

Cut through the quiet

’Til the dark can’t stand

If the edge is waiting

I’ll hold the horizon in my hands (in my hands)

Notes on my wall say “you’re still here”

Ink like scars from another year

I’m not a ghost in an old skin suit

I’m a bruise that learned how to grow new roots

Bring me the horizon

I’m done staring at the ground

If the world keeps breaking

I’ll be the trembling sound

Cut through the quiet

’Til the dark can’t stand

If the edge is waiting

I’ll hold the horizon in my hands (my hands)

If I fall

Then I fall forward

Face first into the unknown

If I crawl

Then I crawl toward it

Every cracked step carving home (hey!)

Bring me the horizon

I’m done staring at the ground

If the storm keeps raging

I’ll be the fearless sound

Tear through the quiet

’Til the night disbands

If the edge is waiting

I’ll hold the horizon in my hands

In my hands

In my hands (yeah)