White Horses - Hurts

Madeleine had a chauffeur

She took a drive to the coastline

She stood on the sand and watched the sunrise

Hoping one day that her prince will come

Madeleine was a showgirl

She said Paris was not the way it seems

But in Montreux she found a lover

A blue-eyed rich man who clipped her broken wings

But diamonds and pearls are her religion

Her princes they come and then they go

But they ride white horses

Yeah, they ride white horses

And she’ll be up on the saddle

And she’ll be holding him tight

They’ll be galloping thunder

Under the violet sky

As they ride white horses

Out on the plains

White horses

But they ride white horses

Yeah, they ride white horses

And she’ll be up on the saddle

And she’ll be holding him tight

They’ll be galloping thunder

Under the violet sky

As they ride white horses

Out on the plains