Indigo Was Her

An imitation game
You hear the doorbell ring into the deepest night
And my head’s a gun
The habit of serenity kicks it in

You shoot it off, take control
The serenade of you
A stupid grin, and a sin
In spite of truth

I’ll call your name, though never know
I’ll queue the signs, for Indigo

Heckles, spins and skin
You bring the people closer to your siren call
The pinks, the purple and blue
Like a nectar calling, temptations given to you
Minor sympathy, is given to you - never to you
A simple lack of faith, is driven from you - еver from you

And now I know, and now I feel
It’s a perfect crimе
To give it in, pay it in
Define my time

To call me now, whilst drinking wine
Fantasies - another one?

You shoot it off, take control
The serenade of you
A stupid grin, and a sin
In spite of truth
I’ll call your name, though never know
I’ll queue the signs, for Indigo

You shoot it off, you take control
Stick it to the sky
A stupid sin, oh no
In spite of truth

I’ve called your name, now I know
I’ve queued the signs, for Indigo

It’s another night - for another
It’s another sight - for another
It’s another might - for your brother
It’s another cry - nymphomania
I know, I know, I know - it’s wrong

And now I know, and now I feel
It’s a perfect crime
To give it in, pay it in
Define my time
To call me now, whilst drinking wine
Fantasies - another one?

I’ll call your name, though never know
I’ll queue the signs, for Indigo