Christian Kjellvander - At The Rapids lyrics

For the way my bird, for the way my bird Spots me For her strands so soft and so unique That swallow the storm in me My wolf cries my wolf's eyes Render me stale And the cold but dry European nights Keep our bodies pale Let us walk through the rapids Let's be songs in the chapel Let's be words in the bible All believed and all eternal That which leads has led me here Upon my strangers bed Before the virgin matter of Giving thought some head All I love is gathered in one Gathered to be released Strike up a band for my gold has been panned And my love has been retrieved