The head bows and breaks,
leading me in dark circles.
There was an opus we used to sing,
of which my maladroit throat can no longer bring.
The white mare. She follows me still.
The head bows and breaks.
The pain comes deep. f*** the pain right back.
Leading me in dark circles forever.
leading me in dark circles.
There was an opus we used to sing,
of which my maladroit throat can no longer bring.
The white mare. She follows me still.
The head bows and breaks.
The pain comes deep. f*** the pain right back.
Leading me in dark circles forever.