St Pete Testo

Two young horses dragging to St Pete
Worn out tired, right here
And the night falls on this oceans' white hour
Cause you won't be coming home to me
And you said it sad and so playfully
I wish God would make things clear
Cause there's no fight left in me
Relentlessly the sun is igniting
While all these concrete boxes sit empty
On these defeated Floridian streets
I know you won't be coming home to me
Two young horses dragging to St Pete
Worn out, tired
Worn out, tired
There's no fight left in me