Horse Is Not A Home Testo

With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride
in morning traffic.
With a golden hand by your fortress side
but without magic.

Somebody tell me it won't be long
'cause a horse is not a home
a horse is not a home.

Uninvited to the play where language doesn't hurt
with nothing on my shirt.
Sometimes I swim with you
in a room that is ocean-sized and clear not here
where all I breathe is smoke.

With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride
in morning traffic
with a golden hand by your fortress side
but without magic.
Somebody Somebody Somebody tell me it won't be long
'cause a horse is not a home
a horse is not a home.