Текст песни «Miike Snow - Horse Is Not A Home»

Oh God, I think I'm dying
And our drinks were just poured
Look outside, someones waiting
With a yellow horse

With a hole in my heart
I was forced to ride in morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side

but without magic
Somebody somebody tell me it wont be long
'cause a horse is not a home,
a horse is not a home