Indiana Songtext
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Indiana Songtext
Indiana screams
It happened in one morning
I used to weep
It takes fear to even reach
The trappings of your mourning
A silent release
All you ever need is anything to keep you going
So use it to your own ends
The president speaks
Indiana screams
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
It happened in one morning
The president speaks
Indiana screams
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
I was in a park writing words for a song with you
Couldn′t you hire us?
(I was in a park writing words for a song with you)
Couldn't you anywhere?
Couldn′t you hire them?
Couldn't we all do the curls?
I was born into heavenly instrument, waiting for lunch
There's always a place for any fascination of God
And our time keeps going in circles
It′s trying to follow our thoughts
Nothing is okay but I like you ′cause it makes you laugh
I'm the ray on your skin, a parade of clouds
Suddenly everything′s blurring like a memory lapse
Couldn't you anywhere?
Couldn′t you hire them?
Couldn't we all do the curls?
I was born into heavenly instrument, waiting for lunch
There′s always a place for any fascination of God
And our time keeps going in circles
It's trying to follow our thoughts
Thoughts
Come on up and touch Indiana
It happened in one morning
I used to weep
It takes fear to even reach
The trappings of your mourning
A silent release
All you ever need is anything to keep you going
So use it to your own ends
The president speaks
Indiana screams
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
It happened in one morning
The president speaks
Indiana screams
I was in a park writing words for a song when it ends
I was in a park writing words for a song with you
Couldn′t you hire us?
(I was in a park writing words for a song with you)
Couldn't you anywhere?
Couldn′t you hire them?
Couldn't we all do the curls?
I was born into heavenly instrument, waiting for lunch
There's always a place for any fascination of God
And our time keeps going in circles
It′s trying to follow our thoughts
Nothing is okay but I like you ′cause it makes you laugh
I'm the ray on your skin, a parade of clouds
Suddenly everything′s blurring like a memory lapse
Couldn't you anywhere?
Couldn′t you hire them?
Couldn't we all do the curls?
I was born into heavenly instrument, waiting for lunch
There′s always a place for any fascination of God
And our time keeps going in circles
It's trying to follow our thoughts
Thoughts
Come on up and touch Indiana
Writer(s): Artturi Taira, Samuli Poyhonen, Sampsa Janne Vaatainen, Jussi Petteri Hietala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

