Split The Sky

Oh, since when is the horizon the boundary of this world?
Oh, since when is the horizon the boundary of this world?
They all hope that the light will pour through the seams that we tear in the sky.
We all reach for something more!
We measure what we will become in different ways.
But ghosts or not, we all, we all hide the same way.
We measure what we will become in different ways.
But ghosts or not, we all, we all hide the same way.
Oh, since when is the horizon the boundary of this world?
I've grown too far past the fights I've had against a belief in what I can't see.
I'll wait for the day that you split the sky, and give me something to touch.
I'll wait for the day that you split the sky, and give them something to touch.
Split the sky!
Split the sky!
We measure what we will become in different ways.
But ghosts or not, we all, we all hide the same way.
We measure what we will become in different ways.
But ghosts or not, we all, we all hide the same, we all, we all hide the same way!
How you live means more than what you believe.
How you live means more than what you believe.
How you live means more than what you believe.