Dead Horses

We'll these Dead Horses are killing me slowly killing my soul and my peace when I sleep if I close my eyes they run through my mind cutting through the pines and the trees In these cold black nights I see them when they hide and I pretend that it's all fine and I drift off to sleep cause in my my dreams I see how it's supposed to be grazing with the tansy in the breeze and in that soft rolling current our thoughts become so pertinent we just wish it'd all stay perfect but the creek keeps rolling on and All these Dead Horses are killing me slowly killing my soul and my peace when I sleep when I close my eyes they run through my mind cutting through the pines and the trees These hot summer days remind me of the way that they would fly across the night and fade away I thought of you today and how I give when I should take and how I don't know what to say accept I hope I fly away with all these Dead Horses are killing me slowly killing my soul and my peace when I sleep when I close my eyes they run through my mind cutting through the pines and the trees in the night