Indian Summer - Benjamin Gibbard
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 cheeful 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
Down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
From your drain
And we will never change
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
