INDIAN SUMMER -


What is it with me, why canít I speak from my mind?
Cause here you stand before me, while I look like a fool tonight,
And I donít want you to see this, please cover up your eyes,
Cause Iíll just keep on hiding,
Cause this ainít me and this sure ainít my life ...

Now why is the question, why I do this to myself?
Ruin one sweet moment, just to tell the truth,
And when I wake up tomorrow, will I remember a thing,
Put both of my feet on this floor,
And the first thing Iíll see is that look on your face ...

Take me back to sweet Indian summers, where nothing matters at all,
Take me back to times without all this drama,
Back where Iím safe from the fall ...

I want to be something different, something you havenít seen before,
Iíll show you all that this world has to offer, show you so much more,
But I see the way you look at them, and the circle youíre in,
And I know my right from my wrong, but I always slip right back in ...

Take me back to sweet Indian summers, where nothing matters at all,
Take me back to times without all this drama,
Back where Iím safe from the fall,
Back where Iím safe from it all ...

Take me to where they hold you up and then,
Cause here they only pull you down instead,
Take me to where they make you feel like a king,
And then when you see me youíll know what I mean ...
And I, I want to hold you up and then,
Cause here they only pull you down instead,
And I, I could make you feel just like a queen,
And then when you see me youíll know just what I mean ...