Pretty Horses

Pretty horses are what I have to ride Lonely memories are where I go to hide Empty pages are all I choose to write But I love, I love But I love, I love, I love Broken windows are what I look through Softly searching for small signs of me and you Gently thinking of what's left that we could do About our love, our love About our love, our love, about our love About our love, our love About our love, our love, about our love Pretty horses are still hard to ride With each other we will find a place to hide All the pages are still there to write I love our love, But our love, our love