Lillianna - John Garcia

She laughs at the strangest things

Man, it lights me up, makes my head ring

She hides almost every night

Either there she goes or stays

She rides at the break of light

Man, she’s outta sight

Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating

There’s no more killing them

Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything

There’s no more saving them

Oh yes, honey, there she goes walking all alone

Now go slow, with what ya dig, man, she’s leaving me

She cries at all the things but what you mean is everything

Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating

There’s no more killing them

Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything

There’s no more saving them

Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating

There’s no more killing them

Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything

There’s no more saving them

(Oh, whoa, oh)

Well, little Lillianna

(Oh, whoa, oh)

The girl who would never be

(Oh, whoa, oh)

Well, little Lillianna

(Oh, whoa, oh)

The girl who would never be

Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating

No more killing them

Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything

There’s no more saving them

(Oh, whoa, oh)

Well, little Lillianna

(Oh, whoa, oh)

The girl who would never be