Lyrics Lost Horizon (feat. Bixill) - Buck Bowen

I was free as a bird I wasn't made for this world
So I'm asking what happens to a dream deferred?
I remember all the times, as a babe I screamed
When I woke to this plane from the skein of dream

In the space between, I had a city of my own
Quiet, and familiar, but not quite home
Roaming from the path Faerie lights, no nav
Non-Euclidean geometries, and I ain't good at math

Sidestepping through the umbra, every dream, another door
Seventy steps of slumber, then 700 more
Descend the staircase to interior space
A gate separates this place from dreamscapes

Like a mirror in the dark both shadow and reflection in part
Stream of subconscious, panning for art
And it starts with imagination, ends with world creation
Or at least, visitation

Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days

It was never easy
At least that was the thought from the start of the ending
Every body gets a turn
To pay their respects to the depths of the urn

Neutralized by the earth watch it purge more forgotten
An apple a day decays when the core is rotten
It's what you make of it
On a collision course full of remorse and feigned regret

Take a step through the window see the future from the past
Through a lens of infinity but nothing ever lasts
Get me back to a place with a face not a mask
Multiply then divide carry one subtract

Nobody's immune
The abyss is indifferent to the instrumental tune
Get a room with a view see the light let it through
It's a kiss between the violets and the dust on the moon

Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days