Of horses wet
With melted ice
They would not heed
My advice
And burdened limbs
Of it's weight
To break and rot
A whispered fate
Please
Doctor, please
Around me
In a bloody sea
To breach the hive
And smoke the bees
You can be my friend
You can be my dog
You can be my life
You can be my fog
Please
Doctor, please
The witches will return to their sticky tree knots
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun coming down
I wish I had
A horse's head
A tiger's heart
An apple bed
轮椅上的Mark Linkous 终于走了，像他曾经尝试的那样；
那个永远躲在烟雾背后的瘦弱男人究竟有多么绝望我们永远不会知道。
Sparklehorse 不再，但那场甜美而诡异的梦境远没有结束，
那些脆弱与沧桑，尖刻与柔美，
会在另一时空使你的世界陷入平静。
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