Indian River from Limbo by Birds of Vale

Silence spreading like fire
Found herself above the water
Little pieces of her soul
Floating down on the river

Is he coming home?
The spirits call my name

Desert clouds, heavy storms
Gather round above her statue
You gotta hold her arm, you gotta be on time
Gonna meet her in the dead-end

Is he coming home?
The spirits call my name
I’m Indian River made
I’m Indian River made

Chiefs and tribes, gray skies
Coming down from the mountain
You gotta hold their line, you gotta be on time
Gonna find them in the desert

Is he coming home?
The spirits call my name
I’m Indian River made
I’m Indian River made

Fell down, fifteenth round
Fold your hands, keep your pockets, rip it up
Fell down, hit my head somehow
Come on over, got my eyes on you now
Heads up, sixteenth round
Keep ‘em coming till my fingers bleed out
Heads up, take another shot
Spinning all time, spinning all time oh yeah

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