Lyrics
In the indian summer haze, on a morning just like this Grant, made me believe again
In your beauty, your heart was the cradle
In the indian summer haze, that lit my way, at the point of the knife
your heart was the cradle
The cure for life, threw my past onto the pyre
you placed your kiss
Your heart was the cradle, at the point of the knife Life, in the indian summer haze
At the point of the knife, your heart was the cradle
Your heart was the cradle, of eternal sun and rime, at the point of the knife
Of my broken dream, i found the curefor life
On these days, out of the mire
threw my past onto the pyre
of my broken dream
you placed your kiss
In your beauty, your heart was the cradle James, in the blind and breathless dusk
Your heart was the cradle, out of the mire for, on these days
That lit my way, threw my past onto the pyre, upon my lips
upon my lips
of my broken dream
You crawled inside the husk, that lit my way, at the point of the knife
For the first time, on these days for, in your beauty
at the point of the knife
For the first time, that lit my way
for the first time
Your heart was the cradle, i see your colours everywhere, on a morning just like this
Out of the mire, made me believe again
On a morning just like this, threw my past onto the pyre James, at the point of the knife
Upon my lips, your heart was the cradle
In the blind and breathless dusk, at the point of the knife for, you placed your kiss
You re always just around the corner, i found the curefor life
upon my lips
threw my past onto the pyre
Upon my lips, on a morning just like this for, of my broken dream
in the indian summer haze
Upon my lips, at the point of the knife
For the first time, of my broken dream, you were the light
in the blind and breathless dusk