Текст песни Hooves

Horses are riding into her arms

She lost her own way years ago

Her sister calls her from the far side of night

And she falls with that call

The only way out:

She tells me "I love you"

But it's only a game

So she slides from the silence

She's fixing a time

To move back into darkness;

Again with a smile

"Don't touch me - I'm falling"

She laughs in the night

"Don't catch me - I'll return

When the wheel comes around

You see we're all born to suffer

We're all born to fall

In the fading world

That calls us to Zero"

She touches my body;

I crouch up to die

Down the ramblers we're walking;

In Reykjavik, talking

She's reading a book

Finished years ago

She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life

But she only starts thinking

When her blood is brown

Gold is the colour she promised to wear

But Christ's blood turns black

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But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith.

It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face

And I don't want to touch you;

I don't want to lie

In the brownredgold slumber

That you've taken to ride

I remember I was thinking only of you

And I built you a playground,

It was built up with crosses.

But you wanted a valley

Where horse could run free

We knew it was over when you stammered out lies

It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire

It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood

It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack

It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding

We were listening to lions at Flantern with James

We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake

Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands

You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves

Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm:

It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside

You said as you buckled, as if you would die:

There's no point in living... there's no point in life

There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle

And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself

And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored

You follow in footsteps made by a flower

Then I wanted to touch you -

But you're destined to fall