Waiting On Wild Horses - The Good Life

When the horses come to drag me away

I won’t fuss and fight i won’t plead or beg

And wherever they dump me i’ll lay my head

I’ll sleep it off.

i'll sleep alone

Until the longing burrows a hole

Straight through my sternum

To make its home

I have this way of carrying on

Such fruitless passions fallen from the vine

And the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine

But still we drink we drip the bottle dry

We smash it apart and lick the sides.

Recycled lovers expiring the night

So when the horses come i won’t scream or cry;

I’ve been dying for them to take my life

And i’ll sing of a new birth

A past unscratched

So don’t be sad, we should both rejoice

To the sound of those hooves

Down that dark highway

In opposite directions

Wherever they dump us we’ll stay

Recycled lovers get so carried away