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