Well here she comes through the treesIn her saffron robes and dangling beadsShe's a special child, touching the Holy SeaWhere White no longer is pureAnd Red, the colour of the cureIn San Francisco she lights a flameAnd in Brazilian bars they chant his nameShe's a special child who's playing the Godfind gameWhere White no longer is pureAnd Red, the colour of the cureThey're taking your name awayI don't want your guruI don't need your paradiseI love you for what you arePerfection's not mineNo more family, no more friendsNo expectations now, no bitter endsFor she's a special child, with a castle she must defendWhere White no longer is pureAnd Red, the colour of the cureThey're taking your name awayWell, it's over now, I think I knowWe tried to work it out, someone let goI've got a special place, your bridge to the outside worldWhere White no longer is pureAnd Red, the colour of the cureThey've taken your name away