Prophecy

Okay. One, two, three, four. When our hands have shaped the horizon, The world was only just a dream. Yeah, that's good. When our hands have shaped the Horizon, The world was only just a dream. When the first light shattered the silence, No one asked the price of prophecy. No one knew what makes a prophecy. Towers cut the sky. Floating islands hover and fly. Cold as ice. Engines in silent drive. I taste the skyline, great delight. All hang so high. Seconds frozen and woven, the vanished are beholden. Proud. Beachcombing, beholden as they cool their hunger. Crowd. Time he says with gravity. Dusty shadow in brevity. "Wake up," faded voices scream eternally. When our hands have shaped the horizon, The world was only just a dream. When the first light shattered the silence, No one asked the price of prophecy. No one knew what makes a prophecy. Nothing was written, but still they were built to Last forever. I needed something clear to see. Oh, needed something clear to see. I saw the future, all the moments at a Distance. I had no hands to hold it. Nothing's ever really up to here. There's always something to amass to fear. Seconds frozen and woven, the vanished are beholden. Proud. Beachcombing, beholden as they cool their hunger. Crowd. All of the endings that are bound to Unfold, no distance can save. Strike the ground, raise the fire, causing prophecy With no name. Fame. Out of reach, it breaks Through my hand. Eyes deny the Flame. Spongs begin to Sway. When our hands have shaped the Horizon, The world was only just a dream. When the first light shattered the silence, No one knew the price of prophecy. When our hands have shaped the horizon, No one asked what makes a prophecy. Yeah. No one knew the price of prophecy. Yeah. Prophecy. Prophecy. Prophecy, yeah. No one knew the price. No one knew the price. No one knew the price of prophecy.