Thea Gilmore - Eight Months lyrics

Indian Summer Toronto sings This is the gateway To everything Heading south down The pan American Lord give me eight months Eight months To get it done Fortaleza Would make you cry Cold canyon sunrise Russian vines I'll catch these days as Londons' leaves fall Lord give me eight months Eight months To see it all Aurora Borealis The Blue daystar I'm chasing sunsets, cities and taillights To get that far Cut the sky to Wellington Then Sydney bathing In blue neon Karakorams to rest In purple skies Lord Give me eight months Eight months To open my eyes Lord Give me eight months Eight months To open my eyes