Corpse - Franky Flowers

I run on backs of horses

All through the night waiting for the light

The trees are stripped to skin

Their branches planned like a dead man’s hand

Roses on her virgin eyes

Her lips are shut

The string is cut

I saw myself hanging from the ceiling

Then I was 17

Don’t watch the people you love grow old

Just watch the people you hate grow cold

I got away from her all night and day

But to no avail, to no avail she

Never came to me again

Not ever again, not ever again

Away from her all night and day

But to no avail, to no avail she

Never came to me again

I can’t still walk on solid ground

Repeat

I run on backs of horses

All through the night waiting for the light

The trees are stripped to skin

Their branches planned like a dead man’s hand

Roses on her virgin eyes

Her lips are shut

The string is cut

I saw myself hanging from the ceiling

Then I was 17

Don’t watch the people you love grow old

Just watch the people you hate grow cold

Repeat

I got away from her all night and day

But to no avail, to no avail she

Never came to me again

Not ever again, not ever again

Away from her all night and day

But to no avail, to no avail she

Never came to me again

I can’t still walk on solid ground