Indigo Eyes - Peter Murphy

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

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