Peter Murphy - Indigo Eyes '98 Lyrics
Fire burning in a hillThe lines are rocky roughRed angels wait to pick remainsThe cindered shoulderOf confused menSeperate from their aweWith grey desireHe looks out madHis soft grey indigo eyesIndigo eyesAskingHis heaven is uncovered notA black tree blocks his wayHis way is skating round a domeHis way is in dismayThe playmate singsLike Orphee in some thunder worldAsking to be bathed in lightTo be exemplifiedLike Orphee in some thunder worldAsking to be bathed in lightTo be exemplifiedWith grey desire he looks out madHis soft grey indigo eyesSaw his pastHe had dug for trustWith blind infected handsAnd wondered as the hurt bit hardWhy the sacred weren't at handOnly when his ears were deafTo the angels light burst wavesOnly when his ears were deafDid life turn from fog to fogBut not evil but estrangedBut not evil but estrangedIndigo eyes, Indigo eyesIndigo eyes, Indigo eyesWith grey desireHe looks out madHis soft greyIndigo eyesIndigo eyes
