All your dreams are back where they belong

All your fears are up and running strong

The riderless takes the race

No tears of joy for sad mistakes

Shot through to an empty soul the horse without a rider charges on

I'll see an empty shell of a man, torn apart, laid to waste, pin the medal on half a heart

All you need, all that you can't get, warm morning sun, a familiar silhouette

But your dreams are slapped away, a whip crack through a rainy day

The lightning picks on emptiness

The horse without a rider takes the race

The thunder races on through dawn

The horse without a rider charges on