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

Desert behind a wall.

Only old songs and laughter we do

All forgiven, always and never been true.

When I arrive here

You come and find me

Or in a crowd

Be one of them.

Are you lonesome

Right beside her

No tomorrow's

At peace.