Indian Summers

It’s her eyes that lead me astray
Through the daunting woodlands where night turns into day
Through the glass doors where no man shall pass
My sombre reindeer heart tends to trespass

And I want you to leave your guns outside if you enter my room
Cuz I know that you’d rather empty your shells right into me

And it’s the heather that turns everything into blue
Like Indian Summers, their glory days softly shine on through
While the nightingale composes hymns just for you
You know it will touch your mind
So darling be kind to me

Londonish streets in the early morn
She races of from me and leaves the reindeer heart alone
In her eyes I can see glasses of wine
While my ripped out reindeer heart leaves its beat behind

Just look at the mess we made now honey
Sure this ain’t paradise
This is love that’s cut down by unfairness
Betrayed by unawareness that shatters every single hope

And it’s the heather that turns everything into blue
Like Indian Summers, their glory days softly shine on through
While the nightingale composes hymns just for you
You know it will touch your mind
So darling be kind to me

And it’s the heather that turns everything into blue
Like Indian Summers, their glory days softly shine on through
While the nightingale composes hymns just for you
You know it will touch your mind
So darling be kind to me