Imminent

Oh, the horizon,
I see the cliffs standing there.
And tiny rocks are rolling there,
like a rocky-dangeours snare.

Oh, the horizon,
bathed in bright-blue skies.
And the sun is rising around,
reviels the lies.

It's imminent,
soon will be here.
What we see there,
is our future of fear.
Imminent,
soon in there it will be gone,
and the horizon,
will come along.

Oh, the horizon,
I see the coils of smoke.
And every rock there,
is as white as the chalk.

Oh, the horizion,
I see the tall trees.
And flowers there,
without even one bee.

It's imminent,
soon will be here.
What we see there,
is our future of fear.
Imminent,
soon in there it will be gone,
and the horizon,
will come along.

It's imminent,
soon will be here.
What we see there,
is our future of fear.
Imminent,
soon in there it will be gone,
and the horizon,
will come along.