She is benediction

She is addicted to thee

She is the root connection

She is connecting with he



Here I go and I don't know why

I fell 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 heroin/e



She is sublimation

She is the essence of thee

She is concentrating on

He, who is chosen by she



Here I go and I don't know why

I spin so ceaselessly, Could it be he's taking over me...



[chorus]



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...



[chorus]



(oh god I fell for you ...)



The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face

The mystery of childbirth, of 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 afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree

The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.