Indian Summer

(x2) Every time that I see her A lightning bolt fills the room The underbelly of Paris She sings her favourite tune She'll drink you under the table She'll show you a trick or two And every time that I left her I miss the things she would do She was the one, for me She opened my eyes, to see She was the one, for me   Oh 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 across the nation And the rain of November That's the time that we ended She was the one, for me Oh alright       Vodka with coca-cola Cocaine tucked in her shoes Cigarettes over coffee Her halo slipped to a noose Take the slow boat to China You fly it right '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   Oh 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 across the nation And the rain of November That's the time that we ended She was the one, for me Oh alright