Chaconne in G Minor - Christina Pluhar, L'Arpeggiata & Josep María Martí Duran

She lays on the wall Watching the strangers drift away Mid-day's aura thick With the sun of Arabia She surrenders her voices They gather on the wind Talking, chanting, breathing Into her body, yesterdays Awakened beside The scent of burned sugar on her skin Painting eyes thick With the color she brings in Always sure and strong When the lightning tumbles down Don't you frown Everything will be In time for this evening If there's secrets She has to be party to Every one of them If there's heaven She gets to the heart And you'll wonder Why she says When I run out of blue Help me rise instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Give me red instead Now let me run (now let me run) If there's secrets She has to be party to Every one of them If there's heaven She gets to the heart And you'll know Just why she says When I run out of blue Help me rise instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Give me red instead Now let me run (let me run) Hey hey Why she says When I run out of blue Help me rise instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Give me red instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Help me rise instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Give me red instead Now I can run to you Why she says When I run out of blue Help me rise instead Now I can run to you