Pale horse songs of a slow decline
Sideshow words if the songs don't mind
A few more lines, the oil and the wine
I thought I'd left that all behind

Pale horse vows in the sacred signs
traded for an infinite aloneness to find
Wooden signs, helpful signs
how to fit your thoughts in mine?

Black horse reaping of the crops we grew
Comforted by sequences of sounds we knew
You abide in me, and I in you
But what exactly should I do?

Pale horse songs of a slow decline
Sideshow words if the boys don't mind
A few more songs, a few more lines
I thought I'd left that all behind