Ride a horse that's cleaving through

the air and space of dreams

travelling through time

All alone I pray

where am I ? Who am I ?

And that old man trust in me

His words are running now

because we have lost all guides

you're extended now to a world of light



you're not the one

you think you are

since you were born

you're only love



On a mount I'm standing now

and it's coming over me

that I'm not here,

I am on another plane

humping around, hit myself

I returned inside of me

tears sliding down my face

[I die again]

And the horse is leaving me

running out of space

running out of reach



you're not the one

you think you are

since you were born

an Indian tribe