Dead horses

There are two paths:
one will lead you home, one leads you to the bay
It's better the second way
The red-winged black bird sings to me
the requiem of all my bad dreams
No one is quite as they seem

All of the seaweed tangled in your mouth
I wish I could try and pull it out
I can't help but love all this decay
I can't help but I want to drift away

We hide all of our mistakes
Under the drifting floor of the bay
But they'll wash ahore
History's an everlasting force
What we don't know is that
we can't burn those bones
So we just let it go
The way we live trhough this is by
All of our past mistakes
So they're not remade
But bones and teeths will only burn
Under the hottest extremes
Falling from ash to your feet

All of the seaweed tangled around my neck
is pulling me to do what you'd expect
I can't help but to follow through
I can't help but to cut myself loose

We hide all of our mistakes
Under the drifting floor of the bay
But they'll wash ahore
History's an everlasting force
What we don't know is that
we can't burn those bones
So we just let it go

I'm just a horse with an insatiable thirst
If you're the best
Why do I feel the worst?
All of my parts wash up on shore
And I just don't know what this lesson is for