Indigenous Things We Do
As I close my eyes a dream comes to me of the wind blowing leaves
and whisper to me oh yeah
Chorus
Ooh said it should've never been this way now we don't wanna go back
to the way we were the way we were
Beneath her lonely soul her heart has turned to stone because of the things
we do and we don't wanna change the things we do
Chorus
Ooh said it should've never been this way now we don't wanna go back
to the way we were the way we were
