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 Somebody Somebody tell me it won't be long
'cause a horse is not a home

a horse is not a home.