[Verse]
Pipes hiss like snakes in the iron dawn
Gears grind out rhythms
A clockwork song
Steam clouds rise
The sky looks torn
This is the edge where dreams are born

[Prechorus]
Boots on the cobblestone
Heartbeats loud
A kid in the shadow of the ticking crowd

[Chorus]
Brass horizon
Where the brave take flight
Through the smoke and the fire
Into the night
Brass horizon
A new world to claim
The wheels are turning
Nothing’s the same

[Verse 2]
I clutch my pack
My knuckles white
The gates creak open
They swallow light
Maps of the stars on machines engraved
A future forged
A soul to be saved

[Prechorus]
Each rivet whispers
Each lever calls
The academy looms
Its shadow sprawls

[Chorus]
Brass horizon
Where the brave take flight
Through the smoke and the fire
Into the night
Brass horizon
A new world to claim
The wheels are turning
Nothing’s the same

First Day to the Naval Academy

I'm a guitarist, a composer and a digital artist. Open your mind, my music tells stories.

First Day to the Naval Academy

Jean-Marc Lozach