| Indian Red |
|---|
| Doctor, pass that magic pill |
| Need to know what’s beyond real |
| Slow down, take the deepest breath |
| Hear the falcons singing tunes of death |
| The desert inside |
| Shapes the sound of my blues |
| The desert ahead |
| Is a place for kids |
| Fed up, life that’s black and white |
| Give me a paintbrush, get out of my sight |
| Purple sky, midnight blue, no gold |
| Indian red is my only friend |
| The desert inside |
| Shapes the sound of my blues |
| The desert ahead |
| Is a place for kids |
| And the world keeps turning round and round |
