Atmosphere - Wild Wild Horse lyrics

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He knew he wasn't perfect

But he always did his best to get under the surface

Not a saint, not a serpent

He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person

So when she came along with the sunbeam

Self-esteem stopped making nothing outta somethings

Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean

It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean

Do the math

He knew he had to choose a path

Gotta get that girl, gotta make her laugh

Gotta shake the past and move forwards

Gotta make this last, it feels gorgeous

But she had a lover in the mid-west

Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest

Just like that everything is gone

He didn't wanna but he had to learn the words so he could sing along

Everything is all I have to give you

And I'm afraid it ain't enough

And you're not so young that you believe me

Just because I say it's love

And even if they come to steal you tomorrow

I'll know my smile was yours

Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom

Run, run wild wild horses

You can't tame these horses

You can't tame these horses, no

You can't tame these horses

You can't tame these horses

Sometimes it can be so nice, right?

Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type

And when it's dark, sometimes is the nightlife

But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike

She got a man but he thinks hes a star

And it feels like she has to compete with the bar

She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard

Momma never told her she would see those scars

Every night hes out doin who knows whom

While she cries along like a new show tune

Last call past, is he comin home soon?

Or is he gonna run away with the dish and the spoon?

She'll realize she don't want that clown

Leave those shoes at the lost and found

He won't catch on until shes not around

After somebody else already locked that down

We sing...

He didn't want her to see him leave

And he couldn't keep sittin there watchin her sleep

Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours

He'll dig another hole tryin to plant some new flowers

But the sun don't shine under the table

He's tryin to hold his life together with staples

No investment cause hes incapable

And hes on the outro of being labeled available

The word on the street is his girls comin back home

No more alone, no more sad poems

No after-bar calls to the cell phone

It's time to walk a new path and grow a backbone

Shoved into the big book of just friends

Wondering how he would look as a husband

And everyone of em he ever allowed to love him

Now watching from the crowd tryin to be proud of him

They say...