The bright horses have broken free from the fields
They are horses of love, their manes full of fire
They are parting the cities, those bright, burning horses
And everyone is hiding, and no one makes a sound
And I'm by your side, and I'm holding your hand
Bright horses of wonder springing from your burning hand
And everyone has a heart and it's calling for something
And we're all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are
And horses are just horses and their manes aren't full of fire
The fields are just fields and there ain't no Lord
world
wonder
hiding
plain
horses
bringing
mighty
hidden
pastures
right
heart
manes
those
their
little
fools
explain
bright
everyone
dancing
holding
burning
coming
whistle
broken
believe
cruel
dissolve
calling
anyway
cities
makes
parting
tyrants
prancing
standing
seeing
shape
shortage
something
things
sound
fields
springing
there
tired
train
white
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