Chris Whitley

Indian Summer
summer is lost nowthe frost is closing into the cold gospel dollar the poor man walks in sinI can't get no entrancethe doors all in rowsI pray into the distancelet me outta these heavy clothesI begIndian summer I need some returnso hard to get warm nowand so easy to get burneddown on the pavement the laws are learnedit's so hard to get warm where it's so easy to get burnedwhen a sister called upand said that love had broken downI said there too much ice around hereto find no solid groundwell I just squeezed a seasonfrom this paper bagI pray to the burning tireswrap my feet in ragsLetras de cancionesbeggingIndian summer I need some returnit's so hard to get warm nowand so easy to get burneddown on the pavement the laws are learnedit's so hard to get warm where it's so easy to get burnednow the sky is emptythe street is sweating tearscommunion at the stationfor a million grinding gearswell I'm riding out this centurythe harvest engines singfrom the church of mercenariesto a naked virgin springI'm singingIndian summer I need some returnit's so hard to get warm nowand so easy to get burneddown on the pavement the laws are learnedit's so hard to get warm where it's so easy to get burnedhard to get warm whereit's so easy to get burned From Letras Mania