Horses without Heads Lyrics

On a journey of discovery

Turning the stones upside down

Dipping my head underwater

Living my life in the clouds

An illusion of a temper

A stroke of madness

Will be the test

To catch the sun It's not my turn

I prefer it at the back of the queue

Will I wake up tomorrow

Our days are never promised

I hold a broken diamond in my hand

I find them standing in my room

Horses without heads

There's lipstick on the gates of hell

A perception of luck

A trick of the light

Timing is everything

You better start to run

Reality slipping away

A faded statue In the distance

Scars begin to bleed

As I'm crawling on my hands and knees

Will I wake up tomorrow

Our days are never promised

I hold a broken diamond in my hand

I find them standing in my room

Horses without heads

There's lipstick on the gates of hell

Kicking the stones as we walk by the lake

Picking up the sticks and turning them into gold

Kicking the leaves as we walk through the trees

Tasting the air as we walk by the shore

Take a breath of the very first light you get to feel

Take a breath of the very first light you get to feel

Take a breath of the very first light you get to feel

Take a breath of the very first light you get to feel

The light you get to feel

The light you get to feel

The light you get to feel