in the indian summer when the springtime rots on the ground i wait for the rain to rise from the drains and hope to drown i thought i might see you in a dark dive somewhere in town playin it cool and playin the fools slammin em down so long goodbye the ceiling is the sky there s not a beggar or farmer could bring much truth out of you sing me some lies i m drinkin and drivin it s nothin new in the indian summer you might lay yourself on the ground and wait for the rain to rise from the drains until you drown  so long goodbye the ceiling is the sky so long goodbye the feeling will subside ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba silence through the end of time sit let s drink some wasted wine sure you d love me just a taste a taste so long goodbye the ceiling is the sky so long goodbye the feeling will subside