Oh god, I think I'm dying   and our drinks were just poured.   Look outside someone's waiting   with a yellow horse.      With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride    in morning traffic.    With a golden hand by your fortress side    but without magic.       Somebody tell me it won't be long    'cause a horse is not a home    a horse is not a home.       Uninvited to the play    where language doesn't hurt    with nothing on my shirt.   Sometimes I swim with you    in a room that is ocean-sized and clear not here   where all I breathe is smoke.      With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride    in morning traffic    with a golden hand by your fortress side    but without magic.    Somebody Somebody Somebody tell me it won't be long   'cause a horse is not a home    a horse is not a home.