Horses...Ride Them or: Great Story, Garrett (ft. Julien Baker) Wicker (Ft. Julien Baker)

Make no mistake the timberline was by design with no reply
As sure as where the sky meets sea, or you & me are gonna die
When they looked round, could not be found, foot left the ground, became the rider
& crows don't murder for the fun when only one is drawn to the sun
The air becomes wind in his face, the discontent, the pressing pull
& what's behind is what he knows & what's ahead is why he's breathing
The cellar door left unexplored affords a darkness cannot keep
Because his holster holds the key between his need & Tennessee

There's no interpretation when you know what you have to do just like there's no opinion when they put you to the screws
There's only in, there's no out, when you're the point that they prove and no, you can't make me talk, you can't etch truth in what moves

Throw the babies to the wolves, we ride fast & light

Become something to believe in