Ben Gibbard - Indian Summer | Текст песни

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Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl apple blossom
Just a boy playin' possum

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

What is that cheerful sound
Rain fallin' on the ground
We'll wear a jolly crown
Buckle up, we're wayward bound

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

I touch your hand you say
Let's stroll down Marveney Lane
Pick plums, abandon farm
You'll let none come to harm

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer

Cover me with rain
Walk me down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
And we will never change
No matter what they say

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways

Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croque and baked Alaskas

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
Cover me with rain