indian summer

Sterophonics

Every time that I see ya
A lightning bolt fills the room
The underbelly of Paris
She sings her favorite tune

She'll drink you under the table
She'll show you a trick or two
But every time that I left her
I missed the things she would do

She was the one, for me
She opened my eyes, to see
She was the one, for me
Well alright

It was a cold September
Before the Indian summer
That's the thing I remember
When she gave me her number

Went from station to station
On a train 'cross the nation
And the rain of November
That's the time that we ended

She was the one, for me
Well alright

Vodka with Coca-Cola
Cocaine tucked in her shoes
Cigarettes over coffee
Her halo slipped to a noose

Take a slow boat to China
You fly a rag 'round the moon
She could take it or leave it
I knew it had to end soon

She was the one, for me
She opened my eyes, to see
She was the one, for me
Well alright

It was a cold September
Before the Indian summer
That's the thing I remember
When she gave me her number

Went from station to station
On a train 'cross the nation
And the rain of November
That's the time that we ended

She was the one, for me
She opened my eyes, to see

She was the one, for me
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah