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