Lightning up another cigarrette
Playing cool while cracking up inside
Saying hi to people's like saying goodbye
Laughing, but wishing to cry
Gentle change of tides
Upcoming days
Oh, the spirits of a new ho__rizon fall
Into old dreams
Standing here howling at the storm
Shouting how life could be perfect
Well, then the walls have to fall
To start it again
Gentle change of tides
Upcoming days
Oh, the spirits of a new ho__rizon fall
Into old dreams
Far away from sights
Oh, hidden in the haze
Oh, oh, spirits of a new ho__rizon fall
Into old dreams