Текст песни St. Pete - Shannon Wright

Two young horses dragging to St Pete
Worn out tired, right here

And the night falls on this oceans' white hour
Cause you won't be coming home to me
And you said it sad and so playfully
I wish God would make things clear
Cause there's no fight left in me

Relentlessly the sun is igniting
While all these concrete boxes sit empty
On these defeated Floridian streets
I know you won't be coming home to me

Two young horses dragging to St Pete
Worn out, tired
Worn out, tired
There's no fight left in me