V A E L O R A - Glass Horizon

Breaking into another dawn.
Every echo paints the air, like we're almost, almost there.
Gravity can lose our trace if we leave without a place.
No footprints, no return; only constellations left to burn.
Staying tall, staying real—some things only silence feels.
Glass Horizon.
Fade to blue.
Every empty space turns into you.
Glass Horizon.
Out of sight.