Mister with the silver tongue
Put down your guns
Shut your mouth
And hand it to the quiet one.

Cause his fire was taken by the flame,
And his beauty was taken by the rain.

The sky was only setting red,
For all you knew.
But you were false,
And he was just without the blue.

Cause his fire was taken by the flames,
And his beauty was taken by the reigns.

Oh, oh, oh oh.

He was Indigo, without the blue.
He was Indigo, without the blue.