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, 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 
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 
Was not evil but estranged 
Was 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