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Kris Kelly – Old Blue lyrics
The crimson moon is bathing blood all over her face
And soon we fall or we follow
I sailed the robin in through the flume
We saw all the roses white were painted red for the queen
Floating on a log and all along the sky flew
As tired Old Blue was held up on the ravine
In the simple shallow of the softest sound she made
I heard the boldest beating in the whole of Eden
Now we are chosen, channeled by the flow of Her grace
To deliver Her from this death
And a wasted life
And soon we fall or we follow
The surrounding woods were drowning in fire
And the plume of the smoky shore was painted grey in the sky
Under which she dove deep in dream
And the sight deafly pulled the tears that washed the soot from my eyes
In the simple shallow of the softest sound she made
I heard the boldest beating in the whole of Eden
Now we are chosen, channeled by the flow of Her grace
To deliver Her from this death
And a wasted life
Her blood is drying up in vain
I saw her, I called to her
Her blood is drying up in vain
Hurry before the sun goes down
Her blood is drying up in vain
I saw her, I called to her
Bathing her in crimson
And soon we fall or we follow
I sailed the robin in through the flume
We saw all the roses white were painted red for the queen
Floating on a log and all along the sky flew
As tired Old Blue was held up on the ravine
In the simple shallow of the softest sound she made
I heard the boldest beating in the whole of Eden
Now we are chosen, channeled by the flow of Her grace
To deliver Her from this death
And a wasted life
And soon we fall or we follow
The surrounding woods were drowning in fire
And the plume of the smoky shore was painted grey in the sky
Under which she dove deep in dream
And the sight deafly pulled the tears that washed the soot from my eyes
In the simple shallow of the softest sound she made
I heard the boldest beating in the whole of Eden
Now we are chosen, channeled by the flow of Her grace
To deliver Her from this death
And a wasted life
Her blood is drying up in vain
I saw her, I called to her
Her blood is drying up in vain
Hurry before the sun goes down
Her blood is drying up in vain
I saw her, I called to her
Bathing her in crimson
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