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
Oh, 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