To ride on a
black winged Llama over desert
in the chill of night
wasn't my idea.
stirrup me.
Now that I'm here I've got nothing to lose
for the record.
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
A blue land
and besides that everything in sight
has lost it's color.
And if it was
hiding beneath the surface
of this great scape,
I would still want to wait.
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
I want to be brave
and believe that this fierce flapping creature
is heaving in good faith.
Holding on
but there's no part of him that doesn't
disappear
under my hands...
Carry me away,
but carry me!
Carry me away,
but carry me!
carry me!
carry me!