Dancing Barefoot

Oh god I fell for you She is benediction, benediction She is addicted, addicted to thee She is the root connection, root connection He is connecting, connecting is he Here I go, and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Could it be she'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, like some heroine She is sublimation, she is sublimation She is the essence, the essence of thee She is concentrating, concentrating on He who has been chosen, chosen by she Here I go, and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly Could I lose my sense of gravity? She is re-creation, she is re-creation She is intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation, slow sensation that He is levitating, levitating with she I'm dancing barefoot In mid-air I spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine, like some heroine 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 Affixation, a fix on anything: the line of life, the limb on a tree The hands of he, or the promise that she is blessed among women