Indigo Meadow - The Black Angels

Lay your hands on my chest girl.

You’ve been a problem

since the moment I met you.

You always cause unreal friction

Put your pale hands

on my face, my love.

Be strong!

I wish that you were.

You stand up, act like you love it.

Keep your hands on my chest girl.

Leave your pale face

on my neck, my love.

Always indigo, always indigo.

Always indigo, always indigo.

Everybody knows

you like a hell of a show.

Be gone I wish that you were.

You stand up, don’t act so defeated.

Swing hard!

You think that you could.

Beat your bare hands

on my chest, my love.

Be strong!

I wish that you were.

Your aching eyes

are not my concern.

Be wrong!

I wish that you were.

Keep my pale hands

on your chest, my love.

Always indigo, always indigo.

Always indigo, indigo meadow.

Everybody knows

you like a hell of a show.

Always indigo, always indigo.

Always indigo, indigo meadow.

Everybody knows

you like a hell of a show.

Always indigo, always indigo.