Black Lane Letra

Though your body yearns to lay down anywhere
Those eyes you meet, offending windowpanes
Will stay consigned to the night
You'll wake up, in your bed again
A dull and soaring white

The eight horses wearing trappings as black as the night
Dressed in black were the drivers
In black bows their whips were tied
A carriage with eight horses will carry you away
You'll wake up, in your bed again
A dull and soaring gray