bring me far, want to run from it all.
in my mind is my heart, and in my nothing is my all.
your word i hold, its you i know.
see the seeds of the wheat, how in the wind they sway!
and the weeds of the field, how careless they grow?
our tomorrow had always been a dream,
the mirage of us on that horse, will always stay a dream.
the look in your eyes is beginning to fade,
and the world is quietly becoming silent once again.
its all been done before,
who... are... you?
