Flying horses

Dreams we carry, sirs, and all that lags behind.
We know of no tomorrow. Still, we stand.
Like all great horses we do not lack in faith.
We merely wait for one to keep us occupied.

We know of no tomorrow. Still, we stand.
A soft touch is enough to make us go and so
we merely wait for one to keep us occupied
when all the sky is calling. We'd like to take a plunge.

A soft touch is enough to make us go and so
like all great horses we do not lack in faith.
When all the sky is calling, we'd like to take a plunge.
Dreams we carry, sirs, and all that lags behind.