somewhere in the indian summer

the leaves on the ground, red, gold, and brown

trying to play a game where you can't play

you're not allowed to win

so choose, you have no clue

surrounded by faces you don't know

their real names and who they are

you wanna be a part of the parade

nobody knows where it's going

so choose, you have no clue

so you loose, yet you turn blue

under the real sun

under the real sun

somewhere in the indian summer

the clouds in the sky, white, pink and grey

trying to play a game where you can't play

you're not allowed to win

so choose, you have no clue

so you loose, yet you turn blue

under the real sun, you must go