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