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