You're a white knight, I'm a dark horse
Oh Galahad, I want to be yours
I'll meet you out behind the oxen's shed
And recite thirteen poems running through my head
Somebody told me you were pure of blood and oxygen
That your good knife can cut through anything

But I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

You got a gold heart, I got a black one
Baby, I sting like a scorpion
So if you hear a rustle in the old oak trees
An ancient voice hymn humming, hmmm, it's me
Rumor has it you are stronger than a hundred men
But it's my word against Tennyson's

And I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

You muse on joy that will not cease
Pure spaces clothed in living dreams
And lilies of eternal peace
Lilies of eternal peace
Lilies, lilies

I'll get over it when the morning comes
By then you'll be slouching towards Avalon
Ride on, the prize is near
It's sitting right behind you singing in your ear

And still you're looking out into a cerulean sea
Where up above the gulls like grails are free

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

You're a white knight, I'm a dark horse
Oh Galahad, I want to be yours

Copyright: RIFF CITY SOUNDS, LLC
Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan