| Song | Indigo Eyes |
| Artist | Peter Murphy |
| Album | A Retrospective (Promo) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Peter Murphy |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Peter Murphy/Paul Statham |
| [00:49.89] | Fire burning in a hill |
| [00:51.96] | The lines are rocky rough |
| [00:55.41] | Red angels wait to pick remains |
| [01:03.54] | The cindered shoulder |
| [01:04.44] | Of confused men |
| [01:04.83] | Separate from their, their awe |
| [01:17.79] | With grey desire |
| [01:22.44] | He looks out mad |
| [01:22.77] | His soft grey |
| [01:24.75] | Indigo eyes |
| [01:28.56] | Indigo eyes -- |
| [01:40.17] | Asking His heaven is uncovered not |
| [01:43.53] | A black tree blocks his way |
| [01:47.58] | His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay) |
| [01:54.72] | The playmate sings |
| [01:57.30] | Like Orphee in some thunder world |
| [02:02.58] | Asking to be bathed in light |
| [02:04.95] | To be exemplified |
| [02:05.46] | With grey desire |
| [02:12.81] | He looks out mad |
| [02:13.14] | His soft grey |
| [02:13.44] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:13.77] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:14.01] | Saw his past |
| [02:57.30] | He had dug for trust |
| [02:58.65] | With blind infected hands |
| [03:09.75] | And wondered as the hurt bit hard |
| [03:11.76] | Why the sacred weren't at hand |
| [03:15.99] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:17.88] | To the angels light burst waves |
| [03:23.37] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:26.85] | Did life turn from fog to fog |
| [03:32.10] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:35.52] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:38.79] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:41.49] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:45.09] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:50.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:50.52] | With grey desire |
| [03:52.62] | He looks out mad |
| [03:52.98] | His soft grey |
| [03:53.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [04:00.00] | Indigo eyes |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Peter Murphy |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Peter Murphy Paul Statham |
| [00:49.89] | Fire burning in a hill |
| [00:51.96] | The lines are rocky rough |
| [00:55.41] | Red angels wait to pick remains |
| [01:03.54] | The cindered shoulder |
| [01:04.44] | Of confused men |
| [01:04.83] | Separate from their, their awe |
| [01:17.79] | With grey desire |
| [01:22.44] | He looks out mad |
| [01:22.77] | His soft grey |
| [01:24.75] | Indigo eyes |
| [01:28.56] | Indigo eyes |
| [01:40.17] | Asking His heaven is uncovered not |
| [01:43.53] | A black tree blocks his way |
| [01:47.58] | His way is skating round a dome His way is in dismay |
| [01:54.72] | The playmate sings |
| [01:57.30] | Like Orphee in some thunder world |
| [02:02.58] | Asking to be bathed in light |
| [02:04.95] | To be exemplified |
| [02:05.46] | With grey desire |
| [02:12.81] | He looks out mad |
| [02:13.14] | His soft grey |
| [02:13.44] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:13.77] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:14.01] | Saw his past |
| [02:57.30] | He had dug for trust |
| [02:58.65] | With blind infected hands |
| [03:09.75] | And wondered as the hurt bit hard |
| [03:11.76] | Why the sacred weren' t at hand |
| [03:15.99] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:17.88] | To the angels light burst waves |
| [03:23.37] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:26.85] | Did life turn from fog to fog |
| [03:32.10] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:35.52] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:38.79] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:41.49] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:45.09] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:50.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:50.52] | With grey desire |
| [03:52.62] | He looks out mad |
| [03:52.98] | His soft grey |
| [03:53.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [04:00.00] | Indigo eyes |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Peter Murphy |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Peter Murphy Paul Statham |
| [00:49.89] | Fire burning in a hill |
| [00:51.96] | The lines are rocky rough |
| [00:55.41] | Red angels wait to pick remains |
| [01:03.54] | The cindered shoulder |
| [01:04.44] | Of confused men |
| [01:04.83] | Separate from their, their awe |
| [01:17.79] | With grey desire |
| [01:22.44] | He looks out mad |
| [01:22.77] | His soft grey |
| [01:24.75] | Indigo eyes |
| [01:28.56] | Indigo eyes |
| [01:40.17] | Asking His heaven is uncovered not |
| [01:43.53] | A black tree blocks his way |
| [01:47.58] | His way is skating round a dome His way is in dismay |
| [01:54.72] | The playmate sings |
| [01:57.30] | Like Orphee in some thunder world |
| [02:02.58] | Asking to be bathed in light |
| [02:04.95] | To be exemplified |
| [02:05.46] | With grey desire |
| [02:12.81] | He looks out mad |
| [02:13.14] | His soft grey |
| [02:13.44] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:13.77] | Indigo eyes |
| [02:14.01] | Saw his past |
| [02:57.30] | He had dug for trust |
| [02:58.65] | With blind infected hands |
| [03:09.75] | And wondered as the hurt bit hard |
| [03:11.76] | Why the sacred weren' t at hand |
| [03:15.99] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:17.88] | To the angels light burst waves |
| [03:23.37] | Only when his ears were deaf |
| [03:26.85] | Did life turn from fog to fog |
| [03:32.10] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:35.52] | Was not evil but estranged |
| [03:38.79] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:41.49] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:45.09] | Indigo eyes, |
| [03:50.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [03:50.52] | With grey desire |
| [03:52.62] | He looks out mad |
| [03:52.98] | His soft grey |
| [03:53.28] | Indigo eyes |
| [04:00.00] | Indigo eyes |