Aneurysm June. Strawberries On The Asphalt. Ghost Horses. Zeneszám

Ghost horses,
To ride our dreams.
Ghost horses,
To set us free.

Tonight,
We ride ghost horses,
Tonight,
Our soldiers are free.

It?s a question of time,
We are ready to ride,
We have done this before.

And the fear they feel for being what they are,
A man silent at his window at night

(Thanks to AJ Publishing for these lyrics)