Texty: Cardigans (The). Long Gone Before Daylight. A Good Horse.

It takes no match to give me a spark
Now I?m trying out another heart
I?ve been winding ?bout a fresh start
I?ve found myself a good horse

Eyes burning on the quicksand
And I run it through the hollow land
I?ve fed it with a shaky hand
I found myself a strong horse

These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace

I?ve found myself a good horse
Yes I?ve found myself a strong horse
But things remain not different then before

These are the promises I can keep
Yes these are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face

These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace