Indian Summer — текст песни (Sunday`s Best)

I can`t believe he`s such a sore loser,
"maybe someday you`ll learn that `coffee is for closers.`"
Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er,
"just move along."

How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder?
You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder.
Someday you`ll take a break.
When you`re older you just move along.

I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored
and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover.
So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother.
Just glued them on.

Just what is it about Indian Summer?
Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter.
Maybe I`m just a sucker for the colors
that just move along?