Indian summer
Keeps shoving September aside
Every evening
The circling birds just can't seem to decide
Smoke from the factories
Freeways and cigarettes climb
Like the thread on a loom
Weaving wool with the clouds in the sky

When I look into your eyes
Is when I fall into paradise

Wrecking ball crushing
Through everything left in its path
Muscle memory melodies
Living in bricks and stained glass
Shattered and wasted
On too-good-to-be-true returns
So we sleepwalk the great halls
Where all of our memories burn

When I look into your eyes
Is when I fall into paradise
When I hear your songbird voice
Is when I'm freed from all the other noise

When I look into your eyes
Is when I fall into paradise
When I hear your songbird voice
Is when I'm freed from all the other noise