Ride On - The High Kings

True, you ride the finest horse I’ve ever seen

Standing sixteen, one or two

With eyes wide and green

And you ride the horse so well

Hands light to the touch

I could never go with you

No matter how I wanted to

Ride on, see you

I could never go with you

No matter how I wanted to

When you ride into the night

Without a trace behind

Run your claw along my gut, one last time

I turn to face an empty space

Where you used to lie

And look for a spark that lights the night

Through a teardrop in my eye