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The Horses Are AsleepThe horses are asleepWith heavy eyes that close In dreams they trace the path By which the river flows Let spirit now align with the estuary As Nightfall's open mouth howls out to the sea It starts with a kick then Hips align vertically Muscle and bone assemble The carriage of her arms breaks free I douse this bulrush with petrol from a can And into the forest with it lit I ran I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man, with a child's heart The horses are asleep The stable door will lock Count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock Let spirit now align with the current of the breeze As Nightfall's open mouth howls out through the trees It starts with a kick then Hips align vertically Muscle and bone assemble The carriage of her arms breaks free I douse this bulrush with petrol from a can And into the forest with it lit I ran I'm a man I'm a man I'm a man, with a child's heart |