This is a waltz thinking about our bodies

What they mean for our salvation

The little clothes that we stand up inJust 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, death still 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

No tomorrow′s at peace