Ben Gibbard - Indian Summer lyrics

Breakfast in cemetery Boy tasting wild cherry Touch girl apple blossom Just a boy playin' 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 cheeful sound Rain fallin' 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 hand you say Let's stroll down Marveney Lane Pick plums, abandon farm You'll let none come to harm

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 Walk me down the lane I'll drink from your drain And 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 mola**es Croque 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