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