Horses are riding into her arms   She lost her own way years ago   Her sister calls her from the far side of night   And she falls with that call   The only way out:   She tells me "I love you"    But it's only a game   So she slides from the silence   She's fixing a time   To move back into darkness;   Again with a smile      "Don't touch me - I'm falling"   She laughs in the night   "Don't catch me - I'll return   When the wheel comes around   You see we're all born to suffer   We're all born to fall   In the fading world    That calls us to Zero"      She touches my body;    I crouch up to die   Down the ramblers we're walking;    In Reykjavik, talking   She's reading a book    Finished years ago   She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life   But she only starts thinking   When her blood is brown      Gold is the colour she promised to wear   But Christ's blood turns black   His body she bears   But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith.    It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face      And I don't want to touch you;    I don't want to lie    In the brownredgold slumber    That you've taken to ride      I remember I was thinking only of you   And I built you a playground,    It was built up with crosses.    But you wanted a valley    Where horse could run free   We knew it was over when you stammered out lies      It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire    It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood    It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack    It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding      We were listening to lions at Flantern with James   We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake   Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands   You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves      Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm:   It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside   You said as you buckled, as if you would die:   There's no point in living.. there's no point in life   There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle   And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself   And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored   You follow in footsteps made by a flower   Then I wanted to touch you -    But you're destined to fall