Twilight Capers Lyrics

	All the white horses ran bleeding to the end,
	Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion
	And the falling stars that never fall
	But send ambassadors to call,
	Still call the guilty to heaven
	All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down,
	They hid their dead eyes from the ground,
	They starve their souls with murder proud
	Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud
	And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall
	Hangs a man of hollow leather
	I can see his broken grin,
	His fallen hope, his glorious sin,
	Bejewelled and robed in splendour
	See the clouds form without sound…
	Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm
	That scream around in the heads
	Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground
	In the grey corridors of melting ice,
	In the cod golden claw of autumn nights,
	You can find us again in paradise
	We are the voice in the shadows,
	The curse that binding
	We are the crack in the mirror,
	The seeker finding
	We are the light in the lantern
	Your blindness brought you
	We are the dazzling phantoms
	Of dark misfortune…

	All the white horses ran bleeding to the end,
	Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion
	And the falling stars that never fall
	But send ambassadors to call,
	Still call the guilty to heaven
	All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down,
	They hid their dead eyes from the ground,
	They starve their souls with murder proud
	Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud
	And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall
	Hangs a man of hollow leather
	I can see his broken grin,
	His fallen hope, his glorious sin,
	Bejewelled and robed in splendour
	See the clouds form without sound
	Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm
	That scream around in the heads
	Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground
	In the grey corridors of melting ice,
	In the cod golden claw of autumn nights,
	You can find us again in paradise
	We are the voice in the shadows,
	The curse that binding
	We are the crack in the mirror,
	The seeker finding
	We are the light in the lantern
	Your blindness brought you
	We are the dazzling phantoms
	Of dark misfortune

	All the white horses ran bleeding to the end,
	Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion
	And the falling stars that never fall
	But send ambassadors to call,
	Still call the guilty to heaven
	All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down,
	They hid their dead eyes from the ground,
	They starve their souls with murder proud
	Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud
	And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall
	Hangs a man of hollow leather
	I can see his broken grin,
	His fallen hope, his glorious sin,
	Bejewelled and robed in splendour
	See the clouds form without sound
	Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm
	That scream around in the heads
	Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground
	In the grey corridors of melting ice,
	In the cod golden claw of autumn nights,
	You can find us again in paradise
	We are the voice in the shadows,
	The curse that binding
	We are the crack in the mirror,
	The seeker finding
	We are the light in the lantern
	Your blindness brought you
	We are the dazzling phantoms
	Of dark misfortune

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