They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

French chanson-pop with female alto vocals, mid-tempo swung pulse and intimate close-mic delivery; verse stays sparse with muted piano, brushed percussion, and a low bass pulse, pre-chorus opens on rising strings and breathy doubles, chorus lands with warm handclaps and a chantable hook, Add delayed vocal echoes on key lines, a soft counter-melody in the outro, and a glossy but human mix, clear in the midrange and emotionally close, chanson

[Verse 1] There’s a rope on the gate And mud on your knee Your eyes know the barn Better than me You lean in the stall Like you already knew The last thing we carry Is what’s left of you [Pre-Chorus] And the rain on the tin Keeps time with my hand I’m not strong enough To make this plan [Chorus] They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they When the road runs out And the heart gives way They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they I hold your head low Till the dark takes aim [Verse 2] Your breath comes thin Like a fence in the frost Every old mile Has already been crossed The vet won’t say more Than what I can hear That mercy comes hard When the ending is near [Pre-Chorus] And the floorboards sigh Under boots I won’t lift There’s a whole world fading In one small shift [Chorus] They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they When the road runs out And the heart gives way They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they I hold your head low Till the dark takes aim [Bridge] I remember the field When you ran like a flame Mane full of summer Answering your name Now I stand in the hush With my face turned down Love can be cruel When it learns this sound [Final Chorus] They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they When the road runs out And the heart gives way They shoot horses, don’t they They shoot horses, don’t they I thank you for the miles Then I let you go away

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