THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN - A song about our human darkness
I wanted to write a song that sounded really good.
Well, there’s little black horses,
On a - silver sky,
You might - blink and miss them,
While they’re - riding by.
[And] Oh, Yeah, they’re real,
Even - if you’re not.
And they’re - on your trail,
You’ll be - surely caught!
All those - little black horses,
They don’t - turn aside,
‘Cause they’re - all your curses,
And your little black lies!
They’re the reason,
Why you never rest.
Watch them coming down,
Thunder on the ground now!
Well, there’s little black passion,
And, there’s little black pride,
And there’s all that nothing,
That you keep inside.
And there’s little black darkness,
In your foolish mind!
There’s little black nowhere,
Where you like to hide!
All them horses are,
Inside of you,
That’s why your restless,
So you, gotta clue!
Little black horses,
On a - silver sky,
Watch them coming down,
Thunder on the ground now!