Bright Horses
Nick Cave & the bad seeds"Bright Horses" is a song by Nick Cave & the bad seeds, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:27 long and contains 31 lines and 248 words.
Lyrics
0:21Ooh
0:29Ooh oh
0:40The bright horses have broken free from the fields
0:48They are horses of love their manes full of fire
0:56They are parting the cities those bright burning horses
1:05And everyone is hiding and no one makes a sound
1:13And I'm by your side and I'm holding your hand
1:22Bright horses of wonder springing from your burning hand
1:30Ooh
1:39Ooh oh
1:49And everyone has a heart and it's calling for something
1:54And we're all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are
2:06And horses are just horses and their manes aren't full of fire
2:14The fields are just fields and there ain't no Lord
2:23And everyone is hidden and everyone is cruel
2:31And there's no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools
2:40And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall
2:48Is just a wish that time can't dissolve at all
2:54Ooh
3:16Ooh oh
3:21Oh oh oh
3:22Oh oh oh
3:29Oh this world is plain to see
3:32It don't mean we can't believe in something
3:38And anyway my baby's coming back now on the next train
3:49I can hear the whistle blowin' I can hear the mighty roar
3:56I can hear the horses prancing in the pastures of the Lord
4:03Oh the train is coming and I'm standing here to see
4:10And it's bringing my baby right back to me
4:19Well there are some things that are hard to explain
4:27But my baby's coming home now on the 5:30 train
Ooh Ooh oh The bright horses have broken free from the fields They are horses of love their manes full of fire They are parting the cities those bright burning horses And everyone is hiding and no one makes a sound And I'm by your side and I'm holding your hand Bright horses of wonder springing from your burning hand Ooh Ooh oh And everyone has a heart and it's calling for something And we're all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are And horses are just horses and their manes aren't full of fire The fields are just fields and there ain't no Lord And everyone is hidden and everyone is cruel And there's no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall Is just a wish that time can't dissolve at all Ooh Ooh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh this world is plain to see It don't mean we can't believe in something And anyway my baby's coming back now on the next train I can hear the whistle blowin' I can hear the mighty roar I can hear the horses prancing in the pastures of the Lord Oh the train is coming and I'm standing here to see And it's bringing my baby right back to me Well there are some things that are hard to explain But my baby's coming home now on the 5:30 train
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