Indigo

Heart on your sleeve, the monsoon, weather in your bones
I could call you naive if we weren't cut from the same stone

Whoa, ivory lattice windows look to the stars, my dear
Whoa, narcissus scented wind blows, lifting the artist and engineer

Let go, let go
Wrap yourself in indigo
Just take it slow
In the terracotta glow

I can tell that you've spent most of your time tucked away
It's just as well that you keep flipping pages through the ages

Ivory lattice windows look to the stars, my dear
Whoa, narcissus scented wind blows, lifting the artist and engineer

Let go, let go
Wrap yourself in indigo
Just take it slow
In the terracotta glow

(In the terracotta glow)

Under the narangi spend your witching hour with me
Let all the words you keep sink to sleep

Let go, let go
Wrap yourself in indigo
Just take it slow
In the terracotta glow

Let go, let go
Settle down in indigo
Just take it slow
In the terracotta glow

Let go
Let go