Wild Horses
Bishop Briggs
You hold me down in the best way
No quarter from these chains that I've
Slapped on my heart for a feeling
Why can't I leave my demons out?
Keep screaming into the pillow
'Cause your taste still gets me stupid hot
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh glory, I'm a troubler
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
You call my truth in the worst way
Through the dirty lands of a broken smile
And I swear I'm not a pretender
Sometimes it's love who's the baby's cry
So, I keep on damning the devil
And you keep on saying it's alright
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
So, I keep on damning the devil
And you keep on saying it's alright
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster!
