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