Lyrics There's a Black Horse - John Doe

There's a black horse in a photograph
It's mane blows in your face
There's a black horse in a photograph
It's mane blows in your face

Your eyes are hidden
Will you be taken away

Black and white feathers
Blow across the lawn
Black and white feathers
Blow across the lawn

The dog
The scaffold is already done

We're hiding in the hills
Rope hasn't snapped yet
Feel like I could live forever
Forever hasn't happened yet

The shadow of blackbirds
As many as a pie
The shadow of blackbirds
As many as baked in a pie
Passes over your barren head
As you prepare to die