White Horses Video (MV)

Charlie Dancer lays awake
Watching the ceiling fan that shakes
Whenever a train passes
He thinks One day that thing will kill me while I dream
But oh what sweet relief
The silent hours of sleep
She won't look at me
Now you've gone where I cannot follow
Rosa's folding laundry
She holds the basket like a baby
Hears a strange sound in the hallway
And peers around the door at nothing
But oh what sweet relief
The silent hours of sleep
He won't look at me
Now you've gone where I cannot follow
White horses on the waves
Where your tiny body sways
The blue and grey and ink black
Until we're swallowed by the spray again
But oh what sweet relief
The silent hours of sleep
You can't look at me
Now you've gone where I cannot follow