Indiana versuri

Versuri Lizzy Hilliard – Indiana lyrics

Fingers on keys
Journals on knees
Close friend of my brother
Hours on the phone
Late nights alone
One thing leads to another

And I am an overgrown child
And you are a fantasy
I went out to Indiana
And you were made from the same stuff as me

Mist on the creek
Missed you all week
Drove out Friday morning
Seeing you there
Moon in your hair
Crept up without warning

And I am an overgrown child
And you are a fantasy
I went out to Indiana
And you were made from the same stuff as me

And I am an overgrown child
And you are a fantasy
I went out to Indiana
And you were made from the same stuff as me