Indian Camp Songtext
von P.J.M. Bond
Indian Camp Songtext
What a hell it is, this world we′re born into, let me tell you how I feel
Uncle George rowed up ahead to the Indian river bed, let me tell you how I feel
A new dawn breaks on the alabaster shore of the Indian camp
A barking dog in the pale moon river fog and a lantern in a doorway
A bar of soap, and a scream that split the night, boiling water on the stove
A silver cord, and the alabaster smile of a ghost
You know the world tries to break us
If we let it it may beat us
What if my innocence was left uninterrupted
Without life and death impressed upon my mind?
Like a sun-seeking matador I ruptured
He slit his throat, but I felt sure that I would never die
Uncle George rowed up ahead to the Indian river bed, let me tell you how I feel
A new dawn breaks on the alabaster shore of the Indian camp
A barking dog in the pale moon river fog and a lantern in a doorway
A bar of soap, and a scream that split the night, boiling water on the stove
A silver cord, and the alabaster smile of a ghost
You know the world tries to break us
If we let it it may beat us
What if my innocence was left uninterrupted
Without life and death impressed upon my mind?
Like a sun-seeking matador I ruptured
He slit his throat, but I felt sure that I would never die
Writer(s): P.j.m. Bond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
