She is the root connection She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why could it be he's taking over me...
Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroin/e
She is the essence of thee
Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly, Could it be he's taking over me...
She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she...
Here I go and I don't know why, 'til I lose my sense of gravity...
(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 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.