Drivers of this life
who wants to go inside
(easier to hide
in someone else's reflection)

Those who do not die
riders of the long ship
(before and after)
 we meet on the mysteries edge
inside the pyramids
(by the waters edge)

Ashes of the burning ghats
smoke like rain
trash drifts like garments of the gods
through the unpolluted river

We met ten thousand years ago
So we've all come here again
(good to see you my friends
good to see you again)