Текст песни The First Song For B

Watch the stream run by you Watch the Indian chief Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you Watch you take root in the son's palm And rise out of the fire No more being match wood Only rising higher I wanna see you be the one who's first light Harbors in the new day And see you settle into yourself And never be afraid Now I take everything as a good sign Because I'm in love I take everything as a sign from God And now I give myself to you alone No more knives hang above me Oh B Please destroy me, please destroy me Please destroy me, please destroy me, oh, oh