Текст песни Sunday`s Best - Indian Summer
Sunday`s Best - Indian Summer слова песни
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?