Song | Indian Summer |
Artist | River City Extension |
Album | Deliverance |
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If you want to stay | |
Then you should probably stay | |
But you’d never take the risk | |
You never get your way | |
I tell it in the yard | |
I shout it on the hill | |
I’m looking for your heart | |
You’re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
I won’t wait for your heart to change | |
Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your- | |
All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
I try | |
But is there love in your heart? | |
Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
Sell it to a mass | |
Put it in a frame | |
Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
Won’t you ever understand? | |
Is it trouble keeping still? | |
Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
But who’s to blame and still | |
I won’t wait for your heart to change | |
I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your- | |
What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
I’ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
I’ve had enough of that indian summer | |
While you were looking for something to swallow | |
Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
Conviction isn’t the rain at your window | |
Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your- |
If you want to stay | |
Then you should probably stay | |
But you' d never take the risk | |
You never get your way | |
I tell it in the yard | |
I shout it on the hill | |
I' m looking for your heart | |
You' re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your | |
All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
I try | |
But is there love in your heart? | |
Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
Sell it to a mass | |
Put it in a frame | |
Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
Won' t you ever understand? | |
Is it trouble keeping still? | |
Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
But who' s to blame and still | |
I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your | |
What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
I' ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
I' ve had enough of that indian summer | |
While you were looking for something to swallow | |
Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
Conviction isn' t the rain at your window | |
Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your |
If you want to stay | |
Then you should probably stay | |
But you' d never take the risk | |
You never get your way | |
I tell it in the yard | |
I shout it on the hill | |
I' m looking for your heart | |
You' re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still | |
I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
Yes, I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your | |
All this time on the road, who will carry the load | |
I try | |
But is there love in your heart? | |
Is there truth in your art? Oh my | |
Sell it to a mass | |
Put it in a frame | |
Hang it on a wall, remember every name | |
Won' t you ever understand? | |
Is it trouble keeping still? | |
Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will | |
But who' s to blame and still | |
I won' t wait for your heart to change | |
I would wait for it all again | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your | |
What would have happened if you failed to notice? | |
What kind of weight am I wandering under? | |
I' ve had enough of these bed time stories | |
I' ve had enough of that indian summer | |
While you were looking for something to swallow | |
Cough it up just to say that you did so | |
Conviction isn' t the rain at your window | |
Not a whim of your fancy but you go | |
And change so quickly no one is self assured | |
All I wanted was your |