V A E L O R A - Last horizon

One chance, still moving, nothing waiting in the rearview.
Last horizon, night motion.
Last horizon, still moving.
Headlights tearing through the smoke,
Neon rivers down below.
Every bridge we leave behind feels like another life collapsing.
Cold wind rushing through the dark tunnel, vision racing.
Heartbeat, nothing left to slow us down,
Only motion through the skyline.
Fast life, no sleep, too far underneath.