Pale Horse Song (Ashton Nyte)

Riding out across the past his body's got no more
Pale horse in the distance and the devil's at the door
She was just a child when she let the curtain call
Down on disillusion he's got nowhere else to fall
And he's beating on a broken mind and waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive and it's fifteen below
Writing out the story words have little point these days
Years of lost confessions standing at her early grave
She was like a mystery not ever yet revealed
Scarecrow in the corridor pale horse in the field
And he's beating on a broken mind and waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive and it's fifteen below
He wants to keep the past alive he needs her ghostly glow
Wasting the light
Wasting the light
Riding out across the past his body's got no more
Pale horse in the distance and the devil's at the door
Oh and he's beating on a broken mind and waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive and fifteen below
Oh he's beating on a broken mind and waiting to let go
But it's fifteen hours to survive and fifteen below
He wants to keep the past alive he needs her ghostly glow
Fifteen hours to survive and it's fifteen below