Hide me from the horizon--
Its open skies
Burn my skin

And i don't want to look
At the end of the book
When i've yet to really begin

But the book was already written
Its plot was already played
So why am I so nervous,
If I already have it made?

Because I know a world of roses.

What's on the other side?

If there is a horizon,
I guess i'll have to hide.