Little Indians - Robert Mirabal
Little Indians walking 2 by 2
Three girls one boy losing faith with the world
One by one moving towards the front
One by one moving towards the front
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Maybe that the mirror that
Reflects sun
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Maybe that the mirror that
Reflects sun
Little Indian men
Walking 2 by 2
Lost in reary losing faith with the world
One by one moving towards their death
One by one moving towards their death
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Maybe that the mirror that
Reflects sun
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Maybe that the mirror that
Reflects sun
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Can you take them away
Can you carry them away
Maybe we're the mirror that
Reflects all
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Maybe we're the mirror that
Reflects all
Little child walking all alone
Lost and lonely losing faith with my world
Step by step moving towards my end
Step by step moving towards my end
Can you take me away
Can you carry me away
Can you take me away
Can you carry me away
Maybe I'm the mirror that
Reflects all
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
Can you kiss it away
Maybe I'm the mirror that
Reflects all
Can you take me away
Can you carry me away
Can you take me away
Can you carry me away
Maybe I'm the mirror that
Reflects all
Maybe I'm the mirror that
Reflects all