Indian Summer

It's been warm these last few weeks of September

Warm enough to make me forget, to make me remember

And I was caught beneath the harvest moon

Pretending it was springtime for me and you

In the Indian summer

All the world looks golden

Everything is dying

But it looks more alive than its ever been

And you are filled with hope

That life will win

That the leaves won't fall

And the flowers won't close up and die again

I couldn't promise that I could learn how to love you

I didn't really know what I had to offer

I guess like the late summer afternoon

I just wanted to shine a softer light on you

We throw our windows open

We let the sun come in and turn our skin brown

But we don't look at the fruit of the summer

Which is rotting on the ground

So when the wind blows you into October

You wake up and take out your sweaters

And you thought you were standing bold before the bonfire of love

But you were really just shivering before her embers