Riding out across the past His body's got no more Pale Horse in the distance And the devil's at the door She was just a child When she let the curtain call Down on disillusion He's got nowhere else to fall And he's beating on a broken mind And waiting to let go But it's fifteen hours to survive And it's fifteen below Writing out the story Words have little point these days Years of lost confessions Standing at her early grave She was like a mystery Not ever yet revealed Scarecrow in the corridor Pale Horse in the field And he's beating on a broken mind And waiting to let go But it's fifteen hours to survive And it's fifteen below He wants to keep the past alive He needs her ghostly glow Wasting the light