INDIAN SUMMER -
What is it with me, why can't I speak from my mind?
Cause here you stand before me,
While I look like a fool tonight,
And I don't want you to see this, please cover up your eyes,
Cause I'll just keep on hiding,
Cause this ain't me and this sure ain't 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 I'll 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 I'm safe from the fall ...
I want to be something different,
Something you haven't seen before,
I'll 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 you're 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 I'm safe from the fall,
Back where I'm 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 you'll 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 you'll know just what I mean ...
And then when you see me you'll know just what I mean ...
