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