Well, I saw you across the river, a flashpoint in the night,
a firefly, a moment, a piercing
to ignite, the graceful, the erratic, a promising,
the taunt, a dare, and a whisper, to that,
To that which we are drawn, to that which we are drawn,
to that which we are drawn
Well I saw you and I knew you,
In the heartbeat of that moment
Crossed the river as she runs
And I called to you to tell you
That you shouldn't try to cross
Cause the river, she was raging
And in the rage, my voice was lost
So we lay beside that river
On the banks of either side
But the river rose and snatched us
And she took us for a ride
Yeah, she held us for a moment
In her swirling muddy throes
And she thrusts us toward each other
But in the moment that I touched you,
in the moment you were mine
Your touch it spoke in volumes,
your touch spoke the sublime
And when she laid me out,
upon her back as I coughed a mess from out my lungs
I watched her carry you on, on, on down
Down that river as she runs
Down that river as she runs
Down that river as she runs
Down that river as she run
And so now I hold the promise of
that touch that we once failed
Now I hold the promise of
As I watch them take you further
to a calm and clear place
And for all the days that I draw breath,
never will I forget your grace
I won't forget your grace,
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