Indians

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