Make a sound
From the core to mouth
From the ground of seas
Till you know how

From the primal mouth

Make a sound
From the core to mouth
From the ground of seas
Till you know how

We can ride forever
On the horses that will have no name
We can wear or never
Dusted armor of forever blame

Ooh, with a tremor sound
Ooh, on the quivered ground
Ooh, with a tremor sound
Ooh, from the primal mouth

We can ride forever
On the horses, frail yet still the same
We can cry together
And release into a quiet dream