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The Tiny Magic Indian Did you think I could forget about you After all that we've been through. Did you think that all this pain Is something I ever want to put us through again? I know that I replaced the years with miles, While I compensated for the tears with smiles. I compensated until I walked in The Tiny Magic Indian. It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed, A gentle hand to brush across my head. I'm so tired I'm so tired Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry. I ran out of time while I was trying to write About an Indian restaurant, A New York night. A place like a photo of a small group of friends Talk of love and friendship, how these things end. I'd write the mirrors, my Riverdance cartoon, A tiny little red room Lit up like a bedroom, But I drifted away, lonely again that day, Tiny Magic Indian. It's an ill wind that puts the moon to bed, A gentle hand to brush across my head. I'm so tired I'm so tired Years of tears have gone by But I'm still unable to cry. Songtexte Years ago we had a brush with fate On a battered street with a number plate. I think of you in this time capsule, This tiny magic Indian. I know a tiny bit about the soul, Think I can see why we are so alone Aus Songtexte Mania