Минус Bishop Briggs - Wild Horses

Текст (слова) песни Bishop Briggs - Wild Horses:

You hold me down in the best way
No quarter from these chains that I've
Slept on my heart for a feeling
Why can't I let my demons out?
Keep screaming into the pillow
Cause your taste still gets me stupid high
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh glory, I'm a troubler
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
You call my truth in the worst way
Through the dirty lands of a broken smile
And I swear I'm not a pretender
Sometimes it's love who's the baby's cry
So, I keep on damning the devil
And you keep on saying it's alright
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
So, I keep on damning the devil
And you keep on saying it's alright
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster