David Sylvian

He gambles on the saddle
Hes pulling on the mane
He thrashes on the horses back
Ambition is a bloody game
Horse doesnt want to jump
The river looks too wide
Well he faces every hurdle
With a nervous state of mind
"stay with me, breathe deeply
Take three passes back
Turn and make a full attack"
The gods are laughing
And theyre tugging at the reins
But hes taken to his wings
And they hit the bank
Heaven may stone him
But jean the birdman pulls it off
His fingers on the trigger
His eye is on the clock
He doesnt give the game away
And quickly fires the bullets off
Six hearts cut short
Still dreaming theyre alive
Blown round in dusty circles
Like an absent state of mind
Who hunter? who victim?