Fire burning in a hill The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder Of confused men Separate from them, their awe
With gray desire He looks out mad His soft gray 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 gray desire He looks out mad His soft gray 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 But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged
Indigo eyes Indigo eyes Indigo eyes Indigo eyes
With gray desire He looks out mad His soft gray, indigo eyes Indigo eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
