Letras:Smog. Accumulation None. Chosen One.

Well you're a wild horse
On a collision course
With the sun

I wanted to ride that wild horse
Into the sun

But i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
On no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one

Maybe it's best for you to ride
Ride into the sun
Because i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
Oh no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one