Indians - Gojira

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 not 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