Rumor from Indian Summer by Tar & Flowers

In the brush beyond the gate,
I stole your hand and led the way
To the plains where we grew tall
Because the land had nothing at all.

Tell me where your clothing goes
In the night,
In the night.
Cuz when I see your curves and lines,
I know it's fine -
I know your kind.

I know your kind.

Take a walk around the sun,
Rumor talks but it just can't run -
Like these stories of us we've told
That we've heard from tongues unknown.

Tell me where this rumor goes
In the day,
In the day.
Cuz when I feel this hand in mine
There's no time -
We're doin’ fine.

We're doin fine.

Under the sky, the colors run -
Exploding everyone and none.
And if you listen very still,
You'll hear the past you just can't kill.

You just can't kill.

• Folk
• Rock
• blues
• country
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles