I visit the horse we used to ride
Deciduous hair is falling side by side
Wavering strand of yesterday in white
Began weeping to pretend and hide
Rays of the fluorescent drying your eyes
A nostalgic music brings butterflies
Background noise of the horses, tried
to convince you, swallow your pride
Instead I ride
Ride through the winter cold
Where snow is plain and bold
Spring that collides blood and sun
After the leaves become dry and gone
Instead I ride
In this never ending rotation
Horses must be tired
But I need a reconnection
Spark to make my own fire
A ride with no destination
Going in one direction
Cut...
Cut...
With the sign "do not enter"
A scene is done
The whole neighborhood
smell the pain and love he fell
Smell from a discovered corpse
riding the white carousel
