Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds — First Bright Horses

[Verse] The bright horses have broken fields from the fields They are horses of love, their manes full of fire They are parting the cities, those bright, burning horses And everyone is hiding, no one makes a sound in a while For all the wide windows of wonder are jammed And the bright horses of love galloping down And all you've gotta do, and all you've gotta do Is at your command And all you've gotta do, and all you've gotta do Is at your command