Indian summer

Keeps shoving september aside

Every evening

The circling birds just can't seem to decide

Smoke from the factories,

Freeways and cigarettes climb

Like the thread on a loom

Weaving wool with the clouds in the sky



When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise



Wrecking ball crushing

Through everything left in its path

Muscle memory melodies

Living in bricks and stained glass

Shattered and wasted

On too-good-to-be-true returns

So we sleepwalk the great halls

Where all of our memories burn



When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise

When I hear your songbird voice

Is when I'm freed from all the other noise



When I look into your eyes

Is when I fall into paradise

When I hear your songbird voice

Is when I'm freed from all the other noise