One two, One two three four.
Pretty horses are what I have to ride
Lonely memories are where I go to hide
Empty pages are all I choose to write
About our love__, our love
About our love__, our love
Broken windows are what I look through
Softly searching for small signs of me and you
Gently thinking of what's left that we could do
About our love__, our love
About our love__, our love__, about our love
About our love__, our love
About our love__, our love__, about our love
Pretty horses are still hard to ride
With each other we will find a place to hide
All the pages are still there to write
About our love__, our love
About our love__, our love
Your'e the best Dwight!