[Verse] Horses with no medals Strangers back on the road. Tonight my eyes are filled with dreaming of the past Clouds and fields and wastelands totally surround us Thoughts of sad films while I chase him through the day Bittersweet sensation of loosing everything One old tired faces swallowing their pride But everything that I’ve got fits in the palm of my hand I’ve been waiting all my life after a setting sun But I just ask sometimes The lucky ones And the golden ones Could pass their turn I just rearrange the colors the way I’d like them In my shelter from the rain. And I’m bound to write my name on every stone and fill every single blind... Youthful innocence bombing in the city’s edge both your hands are tied you’re sinking to the bottom Hopes and dreams and sunrises Watchin’ instead of growin’ ’ve been waiting all your life that they turn silver What if everything that I’ve got fits in the palm of my hand I’ve been waiting all my life after a setting sun But I’d just like sometimes The lucky ones And the golden ones Could pass their turn I just rearrange the colors the way I’d like them In my shelter from the rain. And I’m bound to write my name on every stone and fill every single Blind But I just ask sometimes The lucky ones And the golden ones Could pass their turn I just rearrange the colors the way I’d like them In my shelter from the rain. And I’m bound to write my name on every stone and fill every single blind... walk every single road.. dry every single tear...