Indian Summer - Stereophonics/Kelly Jones

Composed by：Kelly Jones

Every time that I see her

A lightning bolt fills the room

The underbelly of Paris

She sings her favourite tune

She'll drink you under the table

She show you a trick or two

But every time that I left her

I miss the things she would do

She was the one for me

She opened my eyes to see

She was the one for me

Well alright

It was a cold September

Before the Indian Summer

That's the thing I remember

When she gave me her number

Went from station to station

On a train 'cross the nation

And the rain of November

That's the time that we ended

She was the one for me

Oh alright

Vodka with coca-cola

C*****e tucked in her shoes

Cigarettes over coffee

Her halo slipped to a noose

Take the slow boat to China

You fly it right 'round the moon

She could take it or leave it

I knew it had to end soon

She was the one for me

She opened my eyes to see

She was the one for me

Well alright

It was a cold September

Before the Indian Summer

That's the thing I remember

When she gave me her number

Went from station to station

On a train 'cross the nation

And the rain of November

That's the time that we ended

She was the one for me

She opened my eyes to see

She was the one for me

Oh alright alright alright alright yeah