Dark Horse - Studio version

Hope's a dark horse and it shows no sign
Of having gone before you
And as a matter of course, call it chance or design
It never seems to ignore you

It hides in the shadow of several dark alleys
And then when you least expect
It bites through the marrow and fills the dead valleys
With grass and peace and incense

Hold me close and hold me strong
Hold me pure and hold me long
Hold me dark and hold me light
Hold me wrong and hold me right

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Hope is a sword with both sides as sharp
As the other as sharp as the other
And it cuts you of course, and it cuts to the heart
It cuts all your sisters and brothers

It cannot be blunted by roughest of stones
And the wounds will not lose their sting
They just grow deeper 'til they cut through the bones
Fill you up with the heartache and peace about things

Hold me close and hold me strong
Hold me pure and hold me long
Hold me dark and hold me light
Hold me wrong, hold me right

Hold me close and hold me strong
Hold me pure and hold me long
Hold me dark and hold me light
Hold me wrong and hold me right

Hmm-mm
Hmm-mm
Hmm-mm
Hmm, mm