Dust Moth lift

draw me a lonely line
i wear thin
to seek another out
the same as ever was
i'm wearing
and all the wandering speeds to an end
i'm finding out
how fast the sun goes down
when we step outside
yeah, i'm finding out
when i fell hard for you i hid instead
i'm burning at the ends
you still amaze me
i want to be the one in your dust
if there is an only one
the rose of the flowers
i feel the warm embrace in the shade
in the shade
i am the mare
i decide when it's over
and you are the 'stang
we are our own salvation
yes, i am the mare
and we ride