The Passenger - Hunter As a Horse

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