Indian Summer Songtext
von The Wood Demons
Indian Summer Songtext
The skies are clearing
We move into the light
Clutch the present moment in our hands
But all too soon now
The sun starts sinking
And shadows lengthen all across the land
It′s more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close 'cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It's down to winter all the way from here
Lying in the sunshine
Of a golden afternoon
But all this should have been way in the past
We′re finally together
After all the waiting
But the time we′ve got left is ebbing fast
It's more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close ′cos when it's gone there′s nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It's down to winter all the way from here
We try to keep it
This final harvest
Have it all before it′s all too late
But the air is changing
The smiles are frozen
And summer's lease has all to short a date
It's more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close ′cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
It′s more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close 'cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It′s down to winter all the way from here
We move into the light
Clutch the present moment in our hands
But all too soon now
The sun starts sinking
And shadows lengthen all across the land
It′s more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close 'cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It's down to winter all the way from here
Lying in the sunshine
Of a golden afternoon
But all this should have been way in the past
We′re finally together
After all the waiting
But the time we′ve got left is ebbing fast
It's more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close ′cos when it's gone there′s nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It's down to winter all the way from here
We try to keep it
This final harvest
Have it all before it′s all too late
But the air is changing
The smiles are frozen
And summer's lease has all to short a date
It's more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close ′cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
It′s more beautiful than anything before
But hold it close 'cos when it′s gone there's nothing more
Indian summer, Indian summer
It′s down to winter all the way from here
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