There's a black horse in a photograph His mane blows in your face ♪ There's a black horse in a photograph His mane blows in your face ♪ Your eyes are hidden Will you be taken away? ♪ Black and white feathers blow across the lawn ♪ Black and white feathers blow across the lawn
The dogs are sleeping on them The scaffold is already done ♪ We're hiding in the hills Rope hasn't snapped yet Feel like I could live forever Forever hasn't happened yet ♪ The shadow of blackbirds As many as in a pie ♪ The shadow of blackbirds As many as baked in a pie ♪ Passes over your burning head As you prepare to die