Indiana Line - Album Mix

Leaden slate gray clouds stack up over the the horizon line
A thin chalk like line of white smoke
Rises from the long black tiparillo shaped chimney
Of a Midwestern meth factory

Deciding just how far we go
Echoes on the Red Velvet Radio
Sickle Moon Indiana line
Pushing 18 wheels and i'm doing fine
37 tons double yellow line
I'm gonna see my baby tonite

She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, well I love you

Sword swallower, Apocalypse
Tarantella on a rail yard switch
There's a lonely tree in a cornfield fire
Skeleton twisting on one thin wire
A red heart burn in those cavernous eyes
I'm gonna see my baby tonite

She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, well I love you

Rust red river runs up your thigh
Corn doll baby on a gravel pile
Stockyard pond with an icy crust
Coyote stands in the blowing dust
Broken Chevy turns it will never start
My baby cries open up your heart

She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knock
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, I, I, well I love you
Can you hear me knock

Broken down barn and a rusty shed
Two skeletons lie on a dusty bed
Ribcage heart is a burning red
My baby's love is a never dead

She said I, well I love you
knocking
She said I, I, I, well I love
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knock
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, I, I, well I love you
Can you hear me knock

She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knocking
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me knock
She said I, well I love you
Can you hear me you
Can you hear me knock

That's what I'm talking about



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Sprague
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