The 77s - Indian Winter lyrics

Indian winter turn to Indian spring Please can an Indian chant Until the buds bloom green again? Chant Dance Indian I was supposed to know How my sweet life would go Indian winter turn to Indian summer Can an Indian dance Away the rain clouds gathering? Rain Dance Now I seem to find I'm losing time and mind Fly, outside of time See the thin line Between what you love and hate And try to realize That what you despise Is lying and being lied to Chant Dance Chant Dance