Lands

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 whose 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

and i saw the look of lands changing

are there riders coming through the dark