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 [bad word] in me
His words [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] out of [bad word] out of reach

You're not the one
You think you are
Since you were born
An Indian tribe