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!