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