Indigo - Fewjar, Michael Schulte

Gone within hours

The blue cavity

Formed by the dawn

Now pale walls

Are all he sees

Oh, gone his beloved warmth

But what if he could reach the sill

Would finally he gaze into the origin

Because he’s longing still

Don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

Then, within days

A grey shine appears

Born by the fog

Now wet cold is all he feels

Covered with shiny spots

So gone

(He longs to be out there

But is separated by a stone barrier)

Ah, but what if he could reach the sill

Would finally he gaze into the origin

Because he’s longing still

Don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

Ah

Oh, don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

Oh, no, no

Don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

(Run, run, run)

Oh, no, no, no

Don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

Oh, no, no, no

Don’t you face the cause of what makes him untied

(Don't you face the cause of what makes him untied)