Dead Horses

There are two paths:

one will lead you home, one leads you to the bay

It's better the second way

The red-winged black bird sings to me

the requiem of all my bad dreams

No one is quite as they seem

All of the seaweed tangled in your mouth

I wish I could try and pull it out

I can't help but love all this decay

I can't help but I want to drift away

We hide all of our mistakes

Under the drifting floor of the bay

But they'll wash ahore

History's an everlasting force

What we don't know is that

we can't burn those bones

So we just let it go

The way we live trhough this is by

All of our past mistakes

So they're not remade

But bones and teeths will only burn

Under the hottest extremes

Falling from ash to your feet

All of the seaweed tangled around my neck

is pulling me to do what you'd expect

I can't help but to follow through

I can't help but to cut myself loose

We hide all of our mistakes

Under the drifting floor of the bay

But they'll wash ahore

History's an everlasting force

What we don't know is that

we can't burn those bones

So we just let it go

I'm just a horse with an insatiable thirst

If you're the best

Why do I feel the worst?

All of my parts wash up on shore

And I just don't know what this lesson is for