Oh God, I think I’m dying
and our drinks were just poured.
Look outside
Someone’s waiting with a yellow horse.
With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride
In morning traffic.
With a golden hand by your fortress side
But without magic.
Somebody tell me it won’t be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home.
Uninvited to the play
Where language doesn’t hurt
With nothing on my shirt.
Sometimes I swim with you
in a room that is ocean-sized and clear
not here
where all I breathe is smoke.
With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side
But without magic.
Somebody tell me it wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home.