Things We Do - Indigenous

As I close my eyes a dream comes to me of the wind blowing leaves

And whisper to me oh yeah

Ooh said it should’ve never been this way now we don’t wanna go back

To the way we were the way we were

Beneath her lonely soul her heart has turned to stone because of the things

We do and we don’t wanna change the things we do

Ooh said it should’ve never been this way now we don’t wanna go back

To the way we were the way we were