Texty: In Reverent Fear. Ride The Black Horse.

We will meet again, I promise
Not hell can stop us now
We could meet like this
Tower bridge or Regents park

And for today I am a new born baby girl
And the wreck in me went quietly through the door to see

If I took the poison on a bet and didnt think about it
Would I see the glory and remember what Id be without it
I ride the black horse to the bottom just so I can shout
I cant imagine or recall now what Id be without it

We are monstrous beasts
Like stunning shapes in classical streets
Yet we see fantastic things
And are moved by love, by land, by sea