You call me selfish And I'm irrational But there's grains of truth in everything I say You and your fences No, I can't break them down I've been waiting for the padlocks to rust away
All is almost lost Armor on the ground I will raise my hands and take my chances naked All is almost lost Can't you see the dust on the horizon? Don't you see that they are coming for us?
Pale, pale horses come closer every day Closing in on us I can hear, I can hear the Pale, pale horses pull, pulling you away Kicking up the dust I can hear, I can hear the
We were a religion You were losing faith I am down here on my knees for mercy now All over my skin Are traces of you, baby I need you to get back to me I need you to get back to me somehow
All is almost lost Can't you see the dust on the horizon? Don't you see that they are coming for us?
Pale, pale horses come closer every day Closing in on us I can hear, I can hear the Pale, pale horses pull, pulling you away Kicking up the dust I can hear, I can hear
Don't, don't turn away Don't leave me out here, I need you to stay I can hear, I can hear the Pale, pale horses come closer every day Closing in on us I can hear, I can hear
Way back when we used to be friends We used to make love like fire, ah Way back when I used to be yours We used to be fine, can we go back? Hah Way back when we used to be friends We used to make love like fire, ah Way back when I used to be yours We used to be fine, can we go back? Hah
We used to be fine, can we go back? Ah We used to be, used to be, go back (We used to be oh)
Pale, pale horses come closer every day Closing in on us I can hear, I can hear the Pale, pale horses pull, pulling you away Kicking up the dust I can hear, I can hear
Don't, don't turn away Don't leave me out here, I need you to stay I can hear, I can hear the Pale, pale horses come closer every day Closing in on us I can hear, I can hear the
Compositores: Ina Christine Wroldsen (Ina), Joel Little ECAD: Obra #24956687