Lyrics

I think often of you,
I hope you're feeling better
It's been hard for me,
Getting it together

We live in different rooms
You said yours is getting smaller,
I bet you're lying there
With all your typical anger

But wonderful things,
Will come your way
Flowers like you've dreamed
Will grow in your hair
And your bitter tears will have
Honey flowing in between
You'll stay like we played,
My Indian queen

It's so quiet now,
And I'm remembering your crazy talking
You wanted to take the last train,
Just because you had no idea where it's going

Now we live in different rooms
You said yours is getting smaller,
I bet you're laying there
Waiting for the final closer

But wonderful things,
Will come your way
Flowers like you've dreamed
Will grow in your hair
And your bitter tears will have
Honey flowing in between
You'll stay like we played,
My Indian queen