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
[00:12.84]Leaves turn red, breath hangs in the air
[00:54.60]Messages no words can say
[01:16.35]Indian Summer
[01:16.68]Webs your hair
[01:34.47]Indian Summer
[01:34.80]Silence fills the air
[01:40.56]Indian Summer
[01:40.89]Webs your hair
[01:41.46]Indian Summer
[01:41.79]Leaves turn red, breath hangs in the air
[04:41.13]Migrating birds they prepare
[04:58.20]As I look into the sky
[05:11.19]Silver birds go gliding by
[05:11.82]Indian Summer
[05:13.62]I remember I was really here before
[05:17.16]Yay, yeah