This is a waltz thinking
about our bodies
What they mean
for our salvation
With only the clothes
that we stand up in
Just the ground
on which we stand
Is the darkness
ours to take?
Bathed in lightness,
bathed in heat
All is well,
as long as we keep spinning
Here and now,
dancing behind a wall
When the old songs and laughter we do
Are forgiven
always and never been true
When I arrive,
will you come and find me?
Or in a crowd,
be one of them?
Wore the wrong sign
back beside her
Know tomorrow's
at peace
~ Thomas Edward Yorke
