You see the trap before it’s set
You’re certain we all reap what we sow
You see the masses for what they are
All I see is indigo

Blame the adult for his childhood
Turn a blind eye to all his woe
Come one come all don’t miss the show
Behind the screen breathes indigo

He washed her feet, kneeling down low
Holy lips kissed the leper’s sores
Drop the rock read the writing scratched in the dirt
Lines of indigo shoot out from the open heart