Indigo sky glances at me
As it tries to put me to sleep
I must be driving it mad
I never listen
Jeannie fools around with her watercolour pencils
On a canvas in between the region's sunset leaves
Everybody glances at her
She's got that special touch
Jeannie doesn't like all that strict routine
She'll tell you she needs more and then she'll sing
Indigo sky glances at me
As it tries to put me to sleep
I must be driving it mad
I never listen
Boating stops are rambly splashes of paint
Jeannie sways her strokes away
Everybody smiles at her
She's got that special touch
You know Jeannie doesn't like all that strict routine
She will tell you she needs more and then she'll sing
Indigo sky glances at me
As it tries to put me to sleep
I must be driving it mad
I never listen
Indigo sky glances at me
As it tries to put me to sleep
I must be driving it mad
I never listen