Peter Murphy - Indigo Eyes

Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men

Separate from their awe
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

Asking

His heaven is uncovered not
A black tree blocks his way
His way is skating round a dome
(His way is in dismay)

The playmate sings

Like Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplified

With grey desire he looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes

Saw his past
He had dug for trust
With blind infected hands

And wondered as the hurt bit hard
Why the sacred weren't at hand

Only when his ears were deaf
To the angels light burst waves
Only when his ears were deaf

Did life turn from fog to fog
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estranged

Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes

With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey

Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes