palomino dreams

crossed the border in the evening time, with the horizon swallowing light, and the river was a single line, black water lonely, only, feening for the sea, we sat up in the heather, to watch the heavens scrolling by, and the nights are long and lean, they turn from red to green, and all it's ever been, is palomino dreams, we take the moments as they find us, frozen in a swollen gigabyte, and the frequencies that bind us, remind us we are climbers, on a dusty mountainside, we sat up in the heather, to watch the heavens scrolling by, and the nights are long and lean, they turn from red to green, and all it's ever been, is palomino dreams, you've always been a warrior/worrier, in both senses of the word, and this life has many blades, but lately we only use one, i could be watching my own back, or could i be watching my son's, still the nights are long and lean, and they turn from red to green, and all it's ever been, is palomino dreams