Wild Horses - Bishop Briggs

You hold me down in the best way

No quarter from these chains that I’ve

Slapped on my heart for a feeling

Why can’t I let my demons lie?

Keep screaming into the pillow

Cause your touch still gets me stupid high

Oh, glory, I’m a believer

Oh, glory, I’mma try, but

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

You call my truth in the worst way

Through the dirty lens of a broken smile

And I swear I’m not a pretender

Sometimes it’s love who’s the biggest liar

So, I keep on damning the devil

And you keep on saying it’s alright

Oh, glory, I’m a believer

Oh, Lord, I’m holding tight, but

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

So, I keep on damning the devil

And you keep on saying it’s alright

Oh, glory, I’m a believer

Oh, Lord, I’m holding tight, but

Wild horses, wild horses

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster

Run faster