Indian Style - A. Savage

Listen as a lost devotion

Whispers like an unfound clue

Covers, cools, and clangs like motion

To the corpse it’s applied to

I texted you to say I’m sorry

Am I though?

And what about?

Because I deserve to smack the grim taste in my mouth

Do I swallow like I’ve always done for you?

No surprise the ghost that’s claimed your eyes

Has got his shades back on

Is it you this face I look into

Or erase tracks that you’ve drawn?

Yeah and he’s down by the wall

He’s down by the wall

Sittin' Indian style

Silence screams when it’s unbroken

Boy, I try so hard on you

All you’ve thought but haven’t spoken

Say it now I know you want to

Shiny grains of crucial moments

Fall into the grave while you

Hide out in the orchard

That the devil lured you to

Like a black sheep flocking thinking it’s alone

Picture this replacing me

Abyss you’ve painted my face on

Can’t you feel my love for you is realer

Than the beast you’re racing from?

Yeah and he’s down by the wall

He’s down by the wall

Sittin' Indian style