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
