| She’s here in the snowfall at dead of night
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| The mood is of courtship, the final fight
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| She’s all that I need, all that I am
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| The voice of compassion inside the man
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| You open the gates the madness begins
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| I’ll follow you down, I’ll follow you back in
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| She’s here in the lifelines in every curve
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| Suspended in silence between each word
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| It’s all in the way that she moves
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| The grace and the light that will see me through, it’s coming true
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| She’s prising the rope from my hands
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| The fear and the hopes that I held onto, it’s coming true
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| Color the river I swim back to you
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| Krishna blue, Krishna blue, Krishna blue
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| Waist deep in water, she starts to sing
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| The voice is familiar and draws me in
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| She’s lighting the fires, I dowsed by hand
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| Erasing the figure drawn in sand
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| You open the gates, the madness begins
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| I follow you down, I follow you back in
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| And here in the darkness, the boundary gone
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| The flame is alive and burning strong
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| It’s all in the way that she moves
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| The grace and the light that will see me through, it’s coming true
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| Color the river I swim back to you
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| Krishna blue, Krishna blue, Krishna blue, Krishna blue
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| In the softest belly and the warmest heart
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| In your open hands I lay my head
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| In the never ending, I fall apart
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| In the silent forest and the brilliant red
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| And through the stream of words
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| There comes a sound
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| And I listen, child like
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| To her voice spellbound, spellbound
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| It’s all in the way that she moves
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| The grace and the light that will see me through, it’s coming true
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| She’s prising the rope from my hands
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| The fear and the hopes that I held onto, it’s coming true
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| Color the river I swim back to you
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| Krishna blue, Krishna blue, Krishna blue, Krishna blue |