Oh God I think I'm dying
And our drinks were just poured
Look outside someone's waiting
With a yellow horse

With a hole in my heart I was s'posed to ride
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Uninvited to the play where language doesn't hurt
With nothing on my shirt
Sometimes I swim with you in a room that is ocean sized and clear
Not here where all I breath is smoke

With a hole in my heart I was s'posed to ride
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

With a hole in my heart I was s'posed to ride
In morning traffic
With a golden hand by your fortress side
But without magic
Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Somebody, somebody, somebody tell me
It wont be long
Cause a horse is not a home
A horse is not a home

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG