Geronimo

Out in the endless under empty
I saw the last folk tombstone
Like yearly stars nearly falling
Scattered in dark sage and bone

I'm not falling
I'm not dying
I'm only bending
Space and time

Geronimo
I'm not retreating
I'm considering direction

Crows to the south flying scared
Hawks rise straight
They don't like to do that
I see the tall stone in the sand

I'm not running
I'm not crying
I'm only bending
Space and time

Geronimo

A faded peak to mark the Winslow vest
I give myself to raven's astral plan
I can't lose the dust on the horizon
My blood is forcing with the land

Geronimo

I hear the echo in the sky
I hear the whisper in my ear
And you will learn that I will stand worse for you
You will learn how I die
You will know that I'm your friend
Come to know that I'm your friend
I'm your friend
I'm your friend
Till the bend
In the river

Geronimo
Geronimo
Geronimo
Geronimo