Texty: Aneurysm June. Ghost Horses.

Ghost horses,
To ride our dreams.
Ghost horses,
To set us free.

Tonight,
We ride ghost horses,
Tonight,
Our soldiers are free.

It?s a question of time,
We are ready to ride,
We have done this before.

And the fear they feel for being what they are,
A man silent at his window at night

(Thanks to AJ Publishing for these lyrics)