Seven Horses Lyrics - Icicle Works

Lo, the poor Indian 

Whose poor untutored mind 

Clothes him in front 

But leaves him bare behind 

Maybe in another year 

The simple life we lead 

Could become more comfortable 

Or even change completely 

Evangeline, your streets were washed away 

You'll never vent your anger 

We'll await with baited breath 

For something better than we have 

Shallow dreams undone 

Fruitless and unsung 

No challenge towers so steep 

Seven horses deep 

A festival came to my town 

And quickly went away 

Faith contains the seed 

Of lowly tragedy they say 

One step forward, two steps back 

The bango jangles in the subway 

Some await with bated breath 

For something better than they have 

Shallow dreams undone 

Fruitless and unsung 

No challenge towers so steep 

Seven horses deep