Nervous Riders
Windows ache with race calls
Where there's risk, there's luck
Trapped in circles, can't be fixed or touched
Charmed by these invitations
These impossible worlds, these invisible horses leave us
Nervous riders, nervous riders
Ooh, ooh
And what would you say if I let you speak?
I let you call my bluff, the phone rings on and on
Faith slips and dives
It's not the fall that hurts
But what could I be compared to these worlds, these invisible horses leave us
Nervous riders, nervous riders
Ooh, ooh
Nervous riders, nervous riders
Ooh, ooh
Writer/s: Olivia Jayne Bartley
