Seven White Horses

Summer came in a flash of fire Rolled out its swirling tongue round me Will you wait, oh most impatiently? I hear grace bellowing like me, just like me Sometimes the sky feels empty Sometimes I can’t find what’s right in front of me And assume, assume is all I can do Here they come, running in front of me Seven white horses, seven galloping They’re running, they’re running! Away from me Sometimes this room is a blank space Sometimes the walls just won’t stop shaking What then? I see white burning in their veins I see great big gloves pulling on their reins Like I’m in a stampede Someone shake me from my sleep! Cause when I talk to you, do you hear me? Do you hear me? When I talk to you, are you listening? Could I be screaming? When I talk to you, do you hear me? Do you?