Up ahead on the horizon
the full moon floats gently up
From this rest behind the mountains
creaking leather, velvet cloth
Over your shoulder riders follow
against the fading red glow

Can you make smoke with no fire?
Can your eyes burn through mine?
Do you make life or does it make you?
Can you fly with swans in the dark?
Would you like to sleep under light?
Do you carve life or does it hate you?

Up ahead on the horizon
the full moon floats gently up
From this rest behind the mountains
creaking leather, velvet cloth
Over your shoulder riders follow
against the fading red glow

We're free to run down hills
Pick herbs and earth and make things sweet
Cause no pain with no gain, and write your friends
Don't be sad I won't hurt you
But maybe he fears that I've got small hands
I'd like to say I'm not like you
But bearing all things in mind... mind
It's just like the time
It's just like the time
It's just like the time...