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