Well I've seen some horrible things
Like a sea of white wings
And I've done some horrible things
Lies in the drinks (--?)
We are a saddleless storm
We have satellite sores on our backs
Father says you don't trust men
They only have one truth
And the truth is not your friend
Because we galloped like ants
And our copper manes danced in the wind
They say that we're not horses
But they're not friends
Cause if we're not horses
What are we then?
And I've done some horrible things
Separate the angel from her wings
And I've seen some horrible things
And the horrors they bring
Maybe you're almost there (--?)
And the things that you said I was needing
How I was I to know that the words
Weren't the ones that were leading?
But the light in your eyes made
Some lies worth believing
Am I just a lightning rod
Or am I breathing?
And if we're not horses
What are we then?