State Lines Indian Burn
It came to me a long, long time ago
You see, we were both 15 on that blacktop burning our feet
Hanging out on that same old street. You were an extension of me
And I to you, but you always did you
It's just the way we communicate feels right and that's all we'll ever have
It feels right
It's just the way that you call my name at night
It's just the way that you hold my hand too tight
It's like an Indian burn, so red, so ripe
I guess you're the constant and I'm the trip
Always getting myself into some weird kind of shit
And I believe, I believe, I believe what you said but you never really ever put that faith in my head
It's just the way that you call my name at night
It's just the way that you hold my hand too tight
It's like an Indian burn, so red, so ripe
It's just the way that you call my name at night
