Indian Summer (Live)

With the last sunlight

My body cries for winter

But my mind

Longs for autumn

With the last sunlight

My body cries for winter

But my mind

Longs for autumn

With the last sunlight

My body cries for winter

But my mind

Longs for autumn

With the last sunlight

My body cries for winter

But my mind

Is this another attempt to hide a bruised frame?

Its colour changes like the trees

And when the leaves wither

And fall to the ground

I stand in the crimson rain

It all reminds me

Of moments spent on the road

And this soil will be my foundation

So fill up these cups

Let's drink to our doubts

This life has more to offer

Than you think about

Every morning

And every day

You'll find another reason to stay

Roses and skeletons

Another closet filled with innocence

So take flight

Like a kite

With the last sunlight

This tempest will hold

So will your frame

Let autumn wash away your pain

Roses and skeletons

The beacons of our youth

The beacons of our youth