D                 G                 C                 D
e | ---------2------- | ---------3------- | ---------0------- | ---------2------- | 
B | -----3-----3---3- | -----3-----3---3- | -----1-----1---1- | -----3-----3---3- | 
G | ---2---2-----2--- | ---0---0-----0--- | ---0---0-----0--- | ---2---2-----2--- | 
D | -0--------------- | ----------------- | ----------------- | ----------------- | 
A | ----------------- | ----------------- | -3--------------- | ----------------- | 
E | ----------------- | -3--------------- | ----------------- | ----------------- | 

Intro: D G C (música dedilhada)

D                   G              C            D
The horizon has been defeated   by the pirates of the new age
D      G          C                  D
Alien casinos, well maybe it’s just time to say


D              G           C       D
The things can go bad, make you wanna run away
D             G          C            A G   D
But as we grow older, the horizons begin to fade...away


D              G              C            D
This future complications in the strings between the cans
D                      G            C             D
but no prints can come from fingers, if machines become our hands
D                        G       C                     D
And then our feet become the wheels, until the wheels become the cars
D                      G              C            A G D
And then the rigs begin to drill until the drillings goes too....far


D              G           C       D
Things can go bad, make you wanna run away
D              G       C             A G    D
But as we grow older, the horizon begins to fade... away
C        A G  D
begin to fade...away


D                  G          C                     D
but thingamajings are puzzles      anger, don't you step too close
D                        G     C            D
cause people are lonely and only animals with fancy shoes
D                   G       C             D
and hallelujahs zig zag nothing, misery is on the lose
D                        G     C               A
cause people are lonely and only animals with too many tools
A
Like the bill of the junk that we sell
A
Words like the bill of the miss that we tell
D           G    C               D
Things can go bad, make you wanna run away
D             G        C             A G   D
But as we grow older, the horizon begins to fade..away
D       A G    D
begin to fade...away