Horses are riding into her arms She lost her own way years ago Her sister calls her from the far side of night And she falls with that call The only way out: She tells me "I love you" But it's only a game So she slides from the silence She's fixing a time To move back into darkness; Again with a smile "Don't touch me - I'm falling" She laughs in the night "Don't catch me - I'll return When the wheel comes around You see we're all born to suffer We're all born to fall In the fading world That calls us to Zero" She touches my body; I crouch up to die Down the ramblers we're walking; In Reykjavik, talking She's reading a book Finished years ago She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life But she only starts thinking When her blood is brown Gold is the colour she promised to wear But Christ's blood turns black His body she bears But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith. It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face And I don't want to touch you; I don't want to lie In the brownredgold slumber That you've taken to ride I remember I was thinking only of you And I built you a playground, It was built up with crosses. But you wanted a valley Where horse could run free We knew it was over when you stammered out lies It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding We were listening to lions at Flantern with James We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm: It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside You said as you buckled, as if you would die: There's no point in living.. there's no point in life There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored You follow in footsteps made by a flower Then I wanted to touch you - But you're destined to fall
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Copy to Clipboard: Horses are riding into her arms She lost her own way years ago Her sister calls her from the far side of night And she falls with that call The only way out: She tells me "I love you" But it's only a game So she slides from the silence She's fixing a time To move back into darkness; Again with a smile "Don't touch me - I'm falling" She laughs in the night "Don't catch me - I'll return When the wheel comes around You see we're all born to suffer We're all born to fall In the fading world That calls us to Zero" She touches my body; I crouch up to die Down the ramblers we're walking; In Reykjavik, talking She's reading a book Finished years ago She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life But she only starts thinking When her blood is brown Gold is the colour she promised to wear But Christ's blood turns black His body she bears But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith. It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face And I don't want to touch you; I don't want to lie In the brownredgold slumber That you've taken to ride I remember I was thinking only of you And I built you a playground, It was built up with crosses. But you wanted a valley Where horse could run free We knew it was over when you stammered out lies It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding We were listening to lions at Flantern with James We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm: It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside You said as you buckled, as if you would die: There's no point in living.. there's no point in life There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored You follow in footsteps made by a flower Then I wanted to touch you - But you're destined to fall
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