Indian Summer

I was loved, loved by a thief

He couldn’t keep his hands off me

He stole my throat, I couldn’t cry

Blue fingertips, no alibi

And when the Indian summer has come

I will fall, after all, you know I’m a fool

I was loved, loved by a creep

He couldn’t keep his eyes on me

He left my hands colder than snow

So I will go where the sun spins my clothes

Where the Indian summer has come

I will fall, after all, you know I’m a fool

But you know I keep trying to get back to June

You know I keep trying to get back to June

I was loved, loved with a love

Heavy as gravity, tight as a knot

He tied my hair to the post of my bed

I cut it all off to free up my head

And when the Indian summer has come

I will fall

Indian summer has come

I will fall, after all, you know I’m a fool