Indian Summer - Blossom Toes

Leaves turn red, breath hangs in the air

Messages no words can say

Indian Summer

Webs your hair

Indian Summer

Silence fills the air

Indian Summer

Webs your hair

Indian Summer

Leaves turn red, breath hangs in the air

Migrating birds they prepare

As I look into the sky

Silver birds go gliding by

Indian Summer

I remember I was really here before

Yay, yeah