Beyond horizon,
a man’s head and the sky, were he a hundred feet high,
still never the two shall meet, no, never the two shall meet
again.
Could’ve been born into this life
me as a husband you my wife
filling rolls instead of each other’s hearts.
And fate would join us to the end
as more than lovers, more than friends.
Then I’d always have you by my side.
Beyond horizon,
a man’s head and the sky, were he a hundred feet high,
still never the two shall meet, no, never the two shall meet
again.
When should I cry, when should I sleep,
what do I say, what should I eat?
To keep the flood from rising up
to swallow me.
But fate would join us to the end
as more than lovers, more than friends.
Then I’d always have you by my side.
Beyond horizon,
a man’s head and the sky, were he a hundred feet high,
still never the two shall meet, no, never the two shall meet
again.
We are rivers.
Running high to the tide, running side by side.
But never the two shall meet, no, never the two shall meet
again
We are rivers, storm swollen.
Running high to the tide, running side by side.
But never the two shall meet, no, never the two shall meet
no, never the two shall meet
no, never the two shall meet
again.
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