Stereophonics - Indian Summer Every time that I see her, A lightning bolt fills the room, The under belly in Paris, She sings her favourite tune. Shell drink you under the table, She shove a drink or two, And every time I left her, I miss a thing 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 cold September, Before the Indian Summer, Thats the thing I remember, When she gave me a number. Went from station to station, On a train across the nation, And the rain of November, Thats the time that we ended. She was the one, for me, Oh alright. Vodka with coca-cola, Cocaine 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, Thats the thing I remember, When she gave me her number. Went from station to station, On a train across the nation, And the rain of November, Thats the time that we ended.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 01:06:38 +0000
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