Song Description
Power ballad, similar to Celine Dion or Michael Bolton
Song Length |
4:01 |
Genre |
Country - General, Pop - Easy Listening |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Lost Love, See, Vision, Eyes |
Similar Artists |
Celine Dion, Michael Bolton |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
?Indigo?
Capers Simmons
VERSE I
Once upon a time
There was a man?born blind.
He lived his life in darkness all around.
He took a painter for a wife
And he asked her, late one night
?Can you tell me how the colors feel and sound?
PRECHORUS I
Do they make you think of music,
Or the scent of my cologne?
Is there any way a blind man
Can sense the colors that you know?
CHORUS I
Does the rainbow taste like birthday cake
Does green smell like the sea?
Does yellow sound like a merry-go-round
Or a church bell as it rings?
And I have to know if indigo is hot or cold inside.
Do I have to ask an angel what blue feels like??
VERSE II
She gently pulled him close
And whispered to him, ?No, you don?t?
They?re everything you dream of late at night.
Darling, I will be your eyes.
I will hold your hands and guide.?
And she did not leave his side until she died.
PRECHORUS II
She left her laughter there, like music,
Her perfume in his nose
He prayed for sight, for one more night
He prayed for indigo.
CHORUS II
?Does heartbreak taste like sour grapes?
Does pain smell like decay?
Does sorrow sound like the rain come down,
Or thunder far away?
Is loneliness like broken glass that cuts you deep inside?
Do you have to lose an angel to know what blue feels like??
BRIDGE
It feels like snow: so deep, so cold.
It weighs you down, it makes no sound, but still you know
That you can?t breathe, and you can?t break free.
When you miss your chance, it?s the avalanche you?re underneath.
PRECHORUS III
He bought back all her paintings
And found the ones she hadn?t sold.
He ran his hands across the canvas,
Felt indigo.
CHORUS III
White tastes like a kiss goodnight,
And gray a kiss goodbye.
Red smells like a valentine,
And the crimson makes me cry
For now I know this indigo clearer than those with sight
No longer blind, I?ve seen angels fly and rainbows ring my eyes
And I can let go, ?cause now I know what blue feels like