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
'Cause 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
Jumping 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



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Roger Andreu, Mario Francois Duplantier, Joseph Andre Duplantier, Jean-michel Dominique Labadie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link