Gaze at the horizon

The rising circles of the sun give me a mood
It briefly memorizes all is understood
They want the taste, and you want the taste
And it's a ten ten ten, show me all of your fingers
Playtime is over, we're done with the talking
Keep your eyes on the teacher, keep your eyes on the teacher
Ghost in my world, taste is my word
At closing hours she's coming loose of what they taught her
Within these walls there ain't nothing to prove: she's a daughter
Raise all, raise our gaze to the horizon, the horizon
As it is easy to watch, but harder to stand
A friend and a brother go hand in hand
And then if some piece is aloft or adrift
It makes it feel missed
Ghost in my world, taste is my word
These blows to my body are clothes to my heart



Credits
Writer(s): David Achter De Molen, Carsten W J Brunsveld, Richard Luttikhuizen Van, Alfred Luttikhuizen Van, Christoffer E B Teijlingen Van
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