Oh, their horse is down
Look in the mouth, frantic, silently
But nothing happened
They couldn't find a proper way to pronounce it dead
Borealis news
Could have gone beyond the world of hurried hands
Well they don't mind it
Cause they left and flew to the sky in the cowboy night
Left standing in the only void we know
No talking in the only void we know
Left standing in the only void we know
We gotta go
We gotta hide
We gotta go
We gotta hide
A feeling, fleeting like perfect circles
Bending over backwards down to the end
Cowboys in the void
Understand it's all behind, but return again
And nobody told us not to come home
We're staring at the void and we don't know why