| Song | Indian Summer (Up Close) |
| Artist | Stereophonics |
| Album | Graffiti On The Train |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kelly Jones | |
| 作词 : Kelly Jones | |
| Every time that I see ya, | |
| A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
| The underbelly of Paris, | |
| She sings her favorite tune, | |
| She'll drink you under the table, | |
| She'll show you a trick or two, | |
| But every time that I left her, | |
| I missed the things she would do. | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| She opened my eyes - to see, | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That's the thing I remember, | |
| Then she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train 'cross the nation | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That's the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
| Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
| Cigarettes over coffee, | |
| Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
| Take a slow boat to China, | |
| You fly a rag 'round the moon, | |
| She could take it or leave it, | |
| I knew it had to end soon. | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| She opened my eyes - to see, | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That's the thing I remember, | |
| When she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train 'cross the nation, | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That's the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| She opened my eyes - to see, | |
| She was the one - for me, | |
| Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |
| zuo qu : Kelly Jones | |
| zuo ci : Kelly Jones | |
| Every time that I see ya, | |
| A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
| The underbelly of Paris, | |
| She sings her favorite tune, | |
| She' ll drink you under the table, | |
| She' ll show you a trick or two, | |
| But every time that I left her, | |
| I missed the things she would do. | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That' s the thing I remember, | |
| Then she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train ' cross the nation | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That' s the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
| Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
| Cigarettes over coffee, | |
| Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
| Take a slow boat to China, | |
| You fly a rag ' round the moon, | |
| She could take it or leave it, | |
| I knew it had to end soon. | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That' s the thing I remember, | |
| When she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train ' cross the nation, | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That' s the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |
| zuò qǔ : Kelly Jones | |
| zuò cí : Kelly Jones | |
| Every time that I see ya, | |
| A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
| The underbelly of Paris, | |
| She sings her favorite tune, | |
| She' ll drink you under the table, | |
| She' ll show you a trick or two, | |
| But every time that I left her, | |
| I missed the things she would do. | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That' s the thing I remember, | |
| Then she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train ' cross the nation | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That' s the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
| Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
| Cigarettes over coffee, | |
| Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
| Take a slow boat to China, | |
| You fly a rag ' round the moon, | |
| She could take it or leave it, | |
| I knew it had to end soon. | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright. | |
| It was a cold September, | |
| Before the Indian summer, | |
| That' s the thing I remember, | |
| When she gave me her number, | |
| Went from station to station, | |
| On a train ' cross the nation, | |
| And the rain of November, | |
| That' s the time that we ended, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| She opened my eyes to see, | |
| She was the one for me, | |
| Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |