Suzanne Vega "In the eye"

Peter Murphy "Indigo Eyes" (Happy Birthday version)

Subtly modified Peter Murphy “Indigo Eyes” lyrics - as Anna hears or would hear them! ;-)

Fire burning in a hill,
the lines are rocky rough.
Red angels wait to pick remains.
The cindered shoulder
of confused men ...
Separate from there: 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 taken 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 [dismayed] estranged.
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes,
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes.
With grey desire he looks out (mad) his soft grey indigo eyes, indigo eyes ...