05:09 pm - Waiting on Wild Horses by The Good Life
When the horses come to drag me away
I won't fuss and fight I won't plead or beg
And wherever they dump me I'll lay my head
I'll sleep it off..I'll sleep alone
Until the longing burrows a hole
Straight through my sternum
To make its home
I have this way of carrying on
Such fruitless passions fallen from the vine
And the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine
But still we drink we drip the bottle dry
We smash it apart and lick the sides.
Recycled lovers expiring the night
So when the horses come I won't scream or cry;
I've been dying for them to take my life
And I'll sing of a new birth
A past unscratched
So don't be sad, we should both rejoice
To the sound of those hooves
Down that dark highway
In opposite directions
Wherever they dump us we'll stay
Recycled lovers get so carried away
|