My mind revolves around the Indian Summer. The same one where you and I first met. I told you upfront that I’d never been a lover, But you’ve become the photograph stuck in my head.
The music filled the atmosphere And the world became our playground. I’m trying to remember what it was like to hear The instruments that never made a sound.
The colors were much brighter Where you and I would dance. I used to be a fighter Till the first time I held your hand.
I cannot forget that Indian Summer. The same one where I first saw your face. It was only the earth’s surface that I was able to hover And now I soar with the stars in the never-ending space.