You've taken my horse and my name
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
My life shattered in your high-speed chase
Just to slide behind the unlit shades
Why do you vilify a world that has tasted death
I can see an empty booth, from your angry breath
The white dress, and primrose in your glass head
After hot afternoons
We climbed onto the neighbor's house
And dream we were in that wheelhouse
To leave, because these days are filled with such disaster