Letras
There's a black horse in a photograph
His mane blows in your face
There's a black horse in a photograph
His mane blows in your face
Your eyes are hidden
Will you be taken away?
Black and white feathers blow across the lawn
Black and white feathers blow across the lawn
The dogs are sleeping on them
The scaffold is already done
We're hiding in the hills
Rope hasn't snapped yet
Feel like I could live forever
Forever hasn't happened yet
The shadow of blackbirds
As many as in a pie
The shadow of blackbirds
As many as baked in a pie
Passes over your burning head
As you prepare to die