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