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