The sun is cutting stencils
With the shadows on the frost
We're burning boots and moldy blankets
On the bonfire and I trust
That the smoke will linger in our clothes
And curl into our hair
So that a mob of dying pensioners can follow
If we dare to look away

We are horses in the morning
Our breath plays in the air
The steam is licking traces of a love
That's lost and doesn't care
Oh but its value was a moment
A meeting of the laws
A fart of fortuitous
An effect of equal value to it's cause

For miles we've led a chase
Making deals to find your fabled face
The face whose eyes we've known forever
Whose mouth can speak each heart
Whose absence yields the monsters
Who just tear themselves apart

For love for hunger
Hungamunga yadadadada ooh
Ah hungamunga ah

There are blistered possibilities
On the panels of the day
We are horses in the morning
Who have dared to run away
And the pensioners are wailing
And closing up behind
So sinister and fearless
Then fragile then merciful and kind

Ladadaladadalada ladadaladadalada
Dadadadadada ah


Lyrics submitted by eastjesusshenanigan418

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