All along the chasm At the edge of the mountain
I lash my horses I drive on though the air is thin
I swallow fog I drink the wind
I know with morbid ecstasy I’m dying I’m dying

Run slower, my horses, run slower
Will you not respond to my calls?
Oh somehow I have capricious horses
I cannot live I cannot finish my song

I’ll water the horses then whisper
As I stand for a moment at the edge

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 

We came in time You can’t be late on a visit to god
But why do angels sing With such evil voices?
Why do bells toll with tears?
Why do I beg you not to run?

Run slower, my horses, run slower
I beg you don’t gallop along
But somehow I have capricious horses
Though I cannot live I must finish my song

I’ll water the horses and then whisper
As I stand for a moment at the edge