Twilight Capers - Be Bop Deluxe

All the white horses ran bleeding to the end

Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion

And the falling stars that never fall

But send ambassadors to call

Still call the guilty to heaven

All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down

They hid their dead eyes from the ground

They starve their souls with murder proud

Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud

And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall

Hangs a man of hollow leather

I can see his broken grin

His fallen hope, his glorious sin

Bejewelled and robed in splendour

See the clouds form without sound…

Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm

That scream around in the heads

Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground

In the grey corridors of melting ice

In the cod golden claw of autumn nights

You can find us again in paradise

We are the voice in the shadows

The curse that binding

We are the crack in the mirror

The seeker finding

We are the light in the lantern

Your blindness brought you

We are the dazzling phantoms

Of dark misfortune…