Оригинален текст
Come ride old painted horses
tell me stories of strangers,
when thought lives in a silence
fear breathes in the unknown
flee from the shadows,
hide from the seasons
Chorus:
carry me along the way and call my
take my hand before you fly
ever living is the question,
is this where i will stay?
call my name before you fly,
ever longing for the answers,
fearing for failing to know where
my destiny lies.
Climb down from all your highs
so you stand there among them
bless all the candles that
see you by.
Chorus