Indigo Hands

Performer

：ThePrototyke Lab

Composer ：VincyChan

Lyricist ：VincyChan

Arranger ：ThePrototyke Lab

I was a young boy coming right out of the closet

My hinges falling off and so I just said fuck it

You are kind of cute I cannot handle

Would you let me hang around I hope it's understandable

Drive slow, stopping traffic as we're putting on a show

No ticket stubs, no rose buds

Won't close the curtains as long as you show up

Tracing circles in your indigo hands

Not good at pretending that I don't care enough

Pacing in circles, our cuffs brush in the cold

Would you let me hold your indigo hands

You say this ain't a game but are there no rules

Placeholder text italics no room for my bold moves

Cold brew, if you drink tea I'll bring you packets of sugar

Would you catch it I'm not so sure

No cure, for curiosity behind the cabinet door

Full spectrum, set your gamut range and I'll respect them

I'm tracing circles in your indigo hands

Not good at pretending that I don't care enough

Pacing in circles, our cuffs brush in the cold

Would you let me hold

Would you let me hold

I'm tracing circles in your indigo hands

Not good at pretending that I don't care enough

Pacing in circles, our cuffs brush in the cold

Would you let me hold your indigo hands

Would you let me hold your indigo hands

Would you let me hold your indigo hands