Where is the chorus in the airwaves
I sit with crystals at my side
No one can offer up an answer
And years are passing by
I saw the look of lands changing
And I feel you are the one who's moving beneath me
Are there riders coming through the dark
There is no more communication
I'm building lovers in our bed
I feel no real danger
I'm filled with desire
The back of my head split wide open
I saw the look of lands changing
Are there riders coming through the dark