Indian Summer

Indian Summer - Lael Neale

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

And 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