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We wash our hands we choose our friendsWe are very polite we are dressed in whiteJust before midnightBut after every color feels rightEvery sound and every light feels rightEvery sound feels rightWith the silent steps we are marching slowLiving behind the bricks, preparing heads for morePressure and disorderAttack to our surrender's leaving trace in the nightWatching traffic lights and expecting much morePressure and disorderWe are superstars and we're living in a darkWe didn't sleep for a very long timeDon't wake us upDon't wake us up
"Whoever wins shall be Clothed in White and I will not blot out his name from The Book of Life and I shall confess his name before My Father and before His Angels" (Apocalypse 3:5 Multilingual).
Someone is sitting thereSomeone who doesn't careSomeone who only staresNo one is on your sideYou've got nowhere to hideThere's no white horse to rideAwayNo more white horsesFor you to ride awayNo more white horsesSo you must stayWhere you areWhere you areNo more white horsesFor you to ride awayNo more white horsesSo you must stay
The consequences of leavingWould be more cruel if I should stayThough it's impossible to say, I knowStill, white horses take us homeThere isn't much past believingOnly a fool would have a faithThough it's impossible to say, I knowStill, white horses take us homeStill, white horses take us homeStill, white horses take us homeStill, white horses take us homeStill, white horses take us homeStill, white horses take us home
My brother led me outsideBe quiet, I've got a lightNo moon tonightSitting on the ledge outside the second floorWe could hear the sirens running up the roadWhite horses for ChicagoBlack water brings me back homeOctober, I lose my mindCross over Wisconsin lineApple cider signsLooking for a trace of our orchard undergroundGrowing in the basements beneath a brand new townWhite horses for ChicagoBlack water brings me back homeEvery year it's about the sameI'm swimming in my dreams across the lakeIn second placeCome the winter I'm driving blindA tuxedo doing doughnuts on the iceBlack and white on whiteIt doesn't matter if I sleep or follow it out of bedI know that in the morning it's water in my headWhite horses for ChicagoBlack water brings me back homeWhite horses for ChicagoBlack water brings me back home
אַרְבַּע הָרוּחוֹת when transliterated is Arba HaRuchot and when translated is The Four Winds or Breathing Spirits (Matthew 24:31 Multilingual, Revelation 7:1 Multilingual).
Description: "Faithful and True Blessing the Pure and Russian Soldiers who were in Heaven from His White Horse" (Revelation 19:11 Multilingual)
