Indian Summer, Indian Summer

They talking self-reflecting the TV’s blues
All the savings that they’re selling to the fools
So tonight we’ll be ourselves in these empty rooms
Just middle American kids searching for the truth
We made love to mixtapes in that car
We made up our own minds and we drew our own lines
We’ve been searching for a long time town to town
Build our homes in the underground to stay far away from you
Indian summer, Indian summer grant us light
Something we can see with our own eyes
Indian summer, Indian summer grant us proof
And the living will to define our own truth
Indian summer, Indian summer