It came to me a long, long time ago You see, we were both 15 on that blacktop burning our feet Hanging out on that same old street. You were an extension of me And I to you, but you always did you It's just the way we communicate feels right and that's all we'll ever have It feels right It's just the way that you call my name at night It's just the way that you hold my hand too tight It's like an Indian burn, so red, so ripe I guess you're the constant and I'm the trip Always getting myself into some weird kind of sh** And I believe, I believe, I believe what you said but you never really ever put that faith in my head It's just the way that you call my name at night It's just the way that you hold my hand too tight It's like an Indian burn, so red, so ripe It's just the way that you call my name at night