Indian Red - Planet of Zeus

Doctor, pass that magic pill

Need to know what’s beyond real

Slow down, take the deepest breath

Hear the falcons singing tunes of death

The desert inside

Shapes the sound of my blues

The desert ahead

Is a place for kids

Fed up, life that’s black and white

Give me a paintbrush, get out of my sight

Purple sky, midnight blue, no gold

Indian red is my only friend

The desert inside

Shapes the sound of my blues

The desert ahead

Is a place for kids

And the world keeps turning round and round