Besedila: Cardigans. Long Gone Before Daylight. A Good Horse.

It takes no match to give me a spark
Now I'm trying out another heart
I've been winding 'bout a fresh start
I've found myself a good horse

Eyes burning on the quicksand
And I run it through the hollow land
I've fed it with a shaky hand
I found myself a strong horse

These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must and ride
With the dust in my face, in grace

I've found myself a good horse
Yes I've found myself a strong horse
But things remain no different than before

These are the promises I can keep
Yes these are the promises I can keep
To live like I must and ride
With the dust in my face

These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must and ride
With the dust in my face, in grace
In grace, in grace