[Verse 1]
I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank God
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire: the horse
Depression: the cart
[Chorus 1]
And I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is my longing
And this is my book
[Verse 2]
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night penciled in
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I’m not allowed
A trace of regret
I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank God
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire: the horse
Depression: the cart
[Chorus 1]
And I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is my longing
And this is my book
[Verse 2]
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night penciled in
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I’m not allowed
A trace of regret
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