The Passenger
Hunter As a Horse
Someone is watching
There are strangers
In my house
They came through the water
As I crossed over
Now all my little strangers
Like children dance with me
They're playing ring-a-rosy
All fall down
Inside of me
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
We are one
We are one
My passenger
And I think the stars are
Peepholes in the firmament
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
I heard your footsteps
On the wooden floor
But I couldn't face
What was behind the door
When the student is ready
The teacher will appear
I have many spirits
And they're always near
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
We are one
We are one
My passenger
And I think the stars are
Peepholes in the firmament
In the firmament
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
Someone is watching
Someone is watching