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Braxy - Horizon From the album Scratch Paper Scratch Paper on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/15DzD4... Scratch Paper on Apple Music / scratch-paper Scratch Paper on BandCamp https://braxy.bandcamp.com/album/scra... Instrumental produced by Rhys Video shot, directed, and edited by Brian Dunne (Lost in Times Films) Mixed and recorded by Alex Delgado at The Press Recording Studio Mastered by Mat Young at The Press Recording Studio Feeling life I'm feeling like x 4 Feeling like I'm Holden Caulfield In one out one forgot about food Rusted paint it wears on thin Crumbly messed up pure within Huh hi rock on meridian So fly so die and I live again It's okay trust the signs of time I can’t find a place to unwind Its like that stay afloat in the ether Ground that info rope with a speaker Hopefully eager to make amends Take it at face value raise a hand Hold up... with the shadows creepin' Casually feast while you're making a beacon Light the town don’t paint it red Because the hounds stay near just lounge instead Keep it built up teach it dormant Make it leave you when it forces Out the rib cage, coexisted In a part of me, fasho I’ll miss it Walk straight learn to aim lessons while I calculate Present with the permanent everywhere is yesterday x 2 Dog chilling at my feet Keep my space very neat Past the space heater days Don’t jinx myself digress and breathe Population moving towards a simple fix Simple score burn the books Make it down to megabytes sycamore Sick no more saw the sea Cry tidal wake waves pardon me Hounds are squealing outside my door Rip me back to reality Upon the crows nest I wait slow Horizon dawn two birds one stone Seen the same sun that my son will see someday Burning the globe The same torch primal man held with their hearts The same flaming little nuisance warming up my car The same praise steady reminds me I can restart In a certain sense we always are In a certain sense we always are...