They told you some horror stories
about the day out summer will subside
They're keeping an inventory
of every fear we've ever had
They told me our frames would rub together and crack
And no, we'll never get those bones back
They told me the cold would come to end us
That the heat's just an illusion
Our Indian summer
Our bones will break
They tell me the days are getting shorter
These bodies forgetting when they were warmer
My hands shake, I stutter
With fear that I'll never find another
I can't ever look inside my own mind
It's just gonna lie to me
We stand petrified on the ice
is it splitting beneath us?
Our Indian summer
Our bones will break
Our Indian summer
Will our bones?
I will break for you