Horses Breath

To be greater than you think that you are Stronger than your skinny arms Cleaner than the mess that you made Brighter than the colors that fade Through toil and trade And the roles that you played But it still burns bright inside you And the miles left on the road are slow and long And the end is still too far away to see And the hand that reaches out to comfort me Says it's too late, too late to turn around It says it's too late, too late to turn around My faith prays to the back of the moon For the heroes that were taken too soon In a country that peakеd so young Searching for a melody sung, by evеry tongue Through the blackened lungs For the comfort they provide you And the miles left on the road are slow and long And the end is still too far away to see And the hand that reaches out to comfort me Says it's too late, too late to turn around Says it's too late, too late to turn around Says it's too late, too late to turn around Said it's too late, too late to turn around Said it's too late, too late to turn around Said it's too late, too late to turn around Said it's too late, too late to turn around (around)