Like Horses

In the gloaming, the darkening
Morpheus whispers his sweet lullaby
Silent prayers are mouthed
«Send him home safely», «I'll be good»
Three, the loneliest hour
For cowards, fools and me
Why can’t we be
Why can’t we be
Like Horses
Like Horses
Gentle and keen
From the blood plains, to the high street
Where does the boy go, that becomes the man?
Inward grieving, outward seething
Self deceiving, human
Three, the loneliest hour
Uncovers the child in us all
Why can’t we be
Why can’t we be
Like Horses
Like Horses
Gentle and keen
Horses
Horses
Horses
Gentle, keen