Noize MC — Chasing the Horizon (ft. Sonny Sandoval)

The sun is rising, my shadow is getting shorterI’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that borderBeen to all the time zones from the Poles to the tropicsI’m chasing the horizon, feeling so myopicTwenty five thousand miles multiplied several timesThat’s the length of my way full of precipices and heightsFalls and climbs, good signs, strange harbingers and bad prophetsMy footprints cover the planet from the Poles to the tropicsI keep on wandering like Ahasuerus my trip is hazardousThe sun is rising again — like Saint LazarusAnd as it’s rising, my shadow is getting shorterI’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that borderBut the faster I try to run, the farther away it getsForgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m goingThis work will never be done, and it makes no other senseThe start and the finish are — two sides of the same coinBut the faster I try to run, the farther away it getsForgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m goingThis work will never be done, and it makes no other senseThe start and the finish are — two sides of the same coinThe sun is dying, the dark is getting strongerI’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that borderRealistic imagination — spiritually captivatedLost in your creation — my existence uncomplicatedThe universe is aligned, purposefully designedGuiding me through the nights. The great unknown to the great divideI realize. They’ve lied! The sign is illuminatedFinding significance again spiritually captivatedEven if they say I’ve imagined this, then who can fathom thisI’ve been to the end of the world and back againSo I’ll keep trying when the dark is getting strongerTo capture the horizon even if I never cross that borderBut the faster I try to run, the farther away it getsForgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m goingThis work will never be done, and it makes no other senseThe start and the finish are — two sides of the same coinBut the faster I try to run, the farther away it getsForgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m goingThis work will never be done, and it makes no other senseThe start and the finish are — two sides of the same coinThe same coinThe same coinThe same coin