R.E.M. - Indian Summer lyrics
[R.E.M. - Indian Summer lyrics]
Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl, apple blossom
Just a boy playing 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 cheerful sound?
Rain falling 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 hem you say
Let's stroll down Martin Way
Pick plums, abandoned farm
Who let norms come to harm?
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
Cover me with rain walk me down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
We will 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
Croquet 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
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl, apple blossom
Just a boy playing 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 cheerful sound?
Rain falling 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 hem you say
Let's stroll down Martin Way
Pick plums, abandoned farm
Who let norms come to harm?
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
Cover me with rain walk me down the lane
I'll drink from your drain
We will 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
Croquet 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