Beyond The Horizon Elysian Fields

We are on the horizon
Like fireflies or stars inciting the dark
And though the flames are low
I know that they're climbing
The neolithic flint that's making a spark

And every time we go
We're always arriving
To that secret place that's only our own
Would you believe
I've gone beyond the horizon
Where the flower lives inside of the stone

Futures may wax and wane
Like civilizations
Find us flowering again
We cannot be tamed
The skin of the moon remains
Remains in our secret garden

We are on the horizon
Like fireflies or stars inciting the dark
And though the flames are low
I know that they're climbing
The neolithic flint that's making a spark