The Chamber of 32 Doors

Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight It's only at the turning point That you find out how you fight In the cold, feel the cold all around And the rush of crashing water Surrounds me with its sound Striking out to reach you I can't get through to the other side When you're racing in the rapids There's only one way that's to ride Taken down, taken down by the undertow And I'm spiraled down the river bed My fire is burning low Catching hold of the rock that's firm I'm waiting for John to be carried past We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast When the waters slow down The dark and the deep Have no one, no one, no one, no one No one left to keep Hang on John, we're out of this at last Somethings changed that's not your face It's mine, it's mine