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Perfect Indian Lyrics
A perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
Her face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
for a photograph feigned happiness
why in my life is that the only time
that any of you will smile at me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for myself to retrieve
To long have I been
feeling like Lyr's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the Elf-Arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for myself to retrieve
To long have I been
feeling like Lyr's children
And there's only one way to be free
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
A beautiful daughter was she
Her face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
for a photograph feigned happiness
why in my life is that the only time
that any of you will smile at me
I've come for myself to retrieve
To long have I been
feeling like Lyr's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the Elf-Arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
I've come for myself to retrieve
To long have I been
feeling like Lyr's children
And there's only one way to be free
Song Info
Submitted by
elesha On Aug 14, 2007
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