Asaf Avidan - Lost Horse

All my body's undulating
Back and forth but it's too late and
There's no cure and no sedating
All this pain we're generating
This prolonged, insane, grotesque thing
That we wrongly have been naming "love"
Honey, this ain't love, no
Pretty soon, I will be feeding
On the taps your little feet in
Silver boots make when they're fleeing town