text: The sun is rising, my shadow is getting shorter
  I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
  Been to all the time zones from the Poles to the tropics
  I’m chasing the horizon, feeling so myopic
  Twenty five thousand miles multiplied several times
  That’s the length of my way full of precipices and heights
  Falls and climbs, good signs, strange harbingers and bad prophets
  My footprints cover the planet from the Poles to the tropics
  I keep on wandering like Ahasuerus my trip is hazardous
  The sun is rising again — like Saint Lazarus
  And as it’s rising, my shadow is getting shorter
  I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
  But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
  Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
  This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
  The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
  The faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
  Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
  This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
  The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
  The sun is dying, the dark is getting stronger
  I’m chasing the horizon, trying to cross that border
  Realistic imagination — spiritually captivated
  Lost in your creation — my existence uncomplicated
  The universe is aligned, purposefully designed
  Guiding me through the nights. The great unknown to the great divide
  I realize. They’ve lied! The sign is illuminated
  Finding significance again spiritually captivated
  Even if they say I’ve imagined this, then who can fathom this
  I’ve been to the end of the world and back again
  So I’ll keep trying when the dark is getting stronger
  To capture the horizon even if I never cross that border
  But the faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
  Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
  This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
  The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
  The faster I try to run, the farther away it gets
  Forgot where the start was, can’t see where I’m going
  This work will never be done, and it makes no other sense
  The start and the finish are — two sides of the same coin
  The same coin
  The same coin
  The same coin