I was loved
loved by a thief
he couldn't keep
his hands off me
he stole my throat
I couldn't cry
blue fingertips,
no alibi
and when the indian summer has come
I will fall
after all, you know I'm a fool
I was loved
loved by a creep
he couldn't keep
his eyes on me
he left my hands
colder than snow
so I will go where the sun
spins my clothes
where the indian summer has come
and I will fall
after all, you know I'm a fool
but you know I keep trying to get back to June
you know I keep trying to get back to June
I was loved
loved with a love
heavy as gravity
tight as a knot
he tied my hair
to the post of my bed
I cut it all off
to free up my head
and when the indian summer has come
I will fall
after all, you know I'm a fool