The Horses Are Asleep

The horses are asleep

With heavy eyes that close

In dreams they trace the path

By which the river flows

Let spirit now align with the estuary

As Nightfall's open mouth howls out to the sea

It starts when you kick them

Hits the line vertically

Must land on the cymbal

The carriage of her arms breaks free

I douse this brush with petrol from a can

And into the forest where it lit a ram

I'm a man

I'm a man

I'm a man with a child's heart

The horses are asleep

The stable door will lock

Count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock

Let spirit now align with the current of the breeze

As Nightfall's open mouth howls out through the trees

Its starts with a kick then hits the line vertically

Must land on the cymbal

The carriage of her arms breaks free

I douse this brush with petrol from a can

And into the forest with a little ram

I'm a man

I'm a man

I'm a man with a child's heart