The strangest thing how the days go by. In the arms of the girl with the indigo eyes. You'll find she'll make you lose your mind. In the arms of the girl with the indigo eyes. I dream of a dream on the tip of my tongue. Spokes and the wheels and the webs we've spun. Looking too close she turned me to stoned. So neither one said what the other one hoped. The wind was sweet her kiss so dry. But the wine was bad by the time we tried. The reds were drawn the whites did fly. But the wine filled up in her indigo eyes. I dream of a dream on the tip of my tongue. Spokes and the wheels and the webs we've spun. Turning her eyes she looked pretty stoned. So neither one said what the other one hoped. Turning her eyes she looked pretty stoned. The indigo eyes told me all I could know