White Horses - Royal Mail

Breaking down the axis, breaking down the sea

Digging out the brown grass, filling holes with seeds

White horses running over me

Walking through the forest, climbing up the hills

Breaking my mind into pieces and rebuilding it

Passing by the bullshit, focused just on being

White horses running over me

White horses running over me

You are not the one who roams alone

You are not the one who roams alone

Losing the voice and shouting to vacate my mind

Feeding my soul with darkness looking for some fun

White horses running over me

White horses running over me

You are not the one who roams alone

You are not the one who roams alone

You are not the one, you are not the one

You are not the one who roams alone