Siren - Get Right Church lyrics

White horse, riding across my mind Wearing a band of gold around your hooves Collecting the stars, the glint of the stars In your great and empty eye The drink I drink is a drink as strong as The strongest poison in the land Riding on the back of my horse with his golden band Who catches the stars in his eye His great and empty eye That had never smiled, never noticed me I would like to think of that he dreamt of me When he went to sleep at night That he thought I was the special thing in his life But to those great eyes, they see nothing They don't profess poetry Don't profess insight into me Now I stand on empty man Beside the stable door on the stud farm And the green and gray attendant Hands me straw, says, "Go feed the horses" You know, of course he's a dreaming talking horse Who wears gold bands around his feet And dreams of stars, and dreams of stars In his empty eye, in his empty eye