Well I've seen some horrible things Like a sea of white wings And I've done some horrible things Lies in the drinks We are a saddleless storm, We have satellite sores on our backs Father says you don't trust men They only have one truth And the truth is not your friend Because we galloped like ants And our copper manes danced in the wind They say that we're not horses But they're not friends Cause if we're not horses What are we then? And I've done some horrible things Separate the angel from her wings And I've seen some horrible things And the horrors they bring Maybe you're almost there And the things that you said I was needing How I was I to know that the words Weren't the ones that were leading? But the light in your eyes made Some lies worth believing. Am I just a lightning rod Or am I breathing? And if we're not horses What are we then?