Indians

Reality Sublime

Indians


Under the ground
Everything grows
To be something we gotta know
Capture myself into your eyes
Everything grows
We know

In the sea everything floats
Drifting away, place unknown
Capture myself
Into your arms
Everything floats, place unknown

In the fire everything burns
To be something
That’s gonna hurt
Capture myself
Into your heart
It’s gonna burn
We know

In the air
Everything near
To be something we got to share
Capture your voice
Into my ear
Every sound disappears