Nailed to every leather
Seems almost always for a start

Those big eyes drawn me up
Awake me from you

Reached my strings & backed off
Measuring every step you make

Driving yourself insane
& out fame
In born & out death...
(...through the hill & back again)

I've felt this all along
& feared it won't belong

You're my horse & it's not strong
To hear it coming along
So short for the horn
But in day light to long neck torn

Cried me out
My name for a start
"Bring the wind over to me"
She said
You gave me the reason &
You kicked through the clouds

My riot gun
My beautiful riot gun
My... my riot gun
My beautiful riot gun

Those big eyes drown me up
Awake me from you
You...u...
Youuuuu...
You who?
Yuhu,
Yuhu...
Yuhu!