She is concentrating on, he, who's chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why, I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be, he's taking over me?

I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine

She is re-creation, she, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that, he is levitating with she
Here I go and I don't know why, I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity

I'm dancing barefoot
In mid-air I spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine

Oh God I fell for you

The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, childhood itself
Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined?

We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass, an affixation, a fix on anything
The line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women