Ashton Nyte Pale Horse
Riding out across the past
His body's got no more
Pale Horse in the distance
And the devil's at the door
She was just a child
When she let the curtain call
Down on disillusion
He's got nowhere else to fall
He's beating on a broken mind
And waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive
And it'd fifteen below
Writing out the story
Words have little point these days
Years of lost confessions
Standing at her early grave
She was like a mystery
Not ever yet revealed
Scarecrow in the corridor
Pale Horse in the field
He's beating on a broken mind
And waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive
And it'd fifteen below
He wants to keep the past alive
He needs her ghostly glow
Wasting the light
