Indians کے بول

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