We got lost in your mother's van in a foreign place
We took the blocks from the top to just brought in the bass
That gas station attendant almost got himself maced
I’ll always remember that first heavenly taste
Heavenly taste x3
Distance reveals that nothing is real
As long as I’ve got my head on my heals
And talking is cheap
Our love is weak
One things for certain
Is that we've got a burden dear
Drink deep little Indian she said
It’s from above
Some people kill for what they've got
This thing called love x3
Distance reveals that nothing is real
As long as I’ve got my head on my heals
And talking is cheap
Our love is weak
One things for certain
Is that we've got a burden dear
Like a demon boomerang
You keep coming back again
Don’t talk shit to all your friends, about
This little Indian x3