�� Horizon has been defeated by the pirates of the new age �� Alien casinos, well maybe it's just time to say �That things can go badAnd make you wanna run awayBut as we grow olderThe trouble just seems to stayFuture complicationsIn the strings between the cansBut no prints can come from fingersIf machines become our handsAnd then our feet become the wheelsAnd then the wheels become the carsAnd then the rigs begin to drillUntil the drilling goes too farThings can go badAnd make you wanna run awayBut as we grow olderThe horizon begins to fadeFade, fadeFade awayBut thingamajigs are a puzzleAnger, don't you step too closeCause people are lonely and only animalsWith fancy shoesAnd hallelujah's exact nothingAnd misery is on the looseCause people are lonely and only animalsWith too many toolsThey can build all the junk that we sellAnd make you wanna yellAnd things can go badAnd make you wanna run awayBut as we grow olderThe horizon begins to fade awayFade awayFade, fade, fadeFade, fade, fade