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 --- Indians - Gojira