Indian Was an Angel Guided by Voices

[Intro]
Don't

[Verse 1]
Long time coming to take my hand away
She says nothing could take the pain away
Something about discussions in the cave
Something about a dream that can't be saved

[Chorus]
And all the easy faces running out of happy places
Gone to the academy
And plug each sonic lyre into the Navajo amplifier
For us to hear and see

[Verse 2]
Little star went rolling up the hill
Asked me to come and dance, I said, "I will"
These are the days of preparation still
Something is going to happen on that hill

[Chorus]
And all the easy faces running out of happy places
Gone to the academy
And plug each sonic lyre into the Navajo amplifier
For us to hear and see
And all the summoned graces manifest in different places
There for us to see
And little star keeps saying, "Indian was angel praying
Calm and patiently
For us also in wheat
And save a place for me"