And everyone has a heart and it's calling for something
And we're all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are
The horses are just horses and their manes aren't full of fire
The fields are just fields and there ain't no Lord
And everyone is hidden and everyone is cruel
There's no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools
And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall
Is just a wish that time can't dissolve at all
Bright Horses - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
And we're all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are
The horses are just horses and their manes aren't full of fire
The fields are just fields and there ain't no Lord
And everyone is hidden and everyone is cruel
There's no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools
And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall
Is just a wish that time can't dissolve at all
Bright Horses - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds