she is benediction <br />she is addicted to thee <br />she is the root connection <br />she is connecting with he <br /><br />here I go and I don't know why <br />I fell so ceaselessly <br />could it be he's taking over me... <br /><br />I'm dancing barefoot <br />heading for a spin <br />some strange music draws me in <br />makes me come on like some heroin/e <br /><br />she is sublimation <br />she is the essence of thee <br />she is concentrating on <br />he, who is chosen by she <br /><br />here I go and I don't know why <br />I spin so ceaselessly, <br />could it be he's taking over me... <br /><br />[chorus] <br /><br />she is re-creation <br />she, intoxicated by thee <br />she has the slow sensation that <br />he is levitating with she ... <br /><br />here I go and I don't know why, <br />I spin so ceaselessly, <br />'til I lose my sense of gravity... <br /><br />[chorus] <br /><br />(oh god I fell for you ...) <br /><br />the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face <br />the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself <br />grave visitations <br />what is it that calls to us? <br />why must we pray screaming? <br />why must not death be redefined? <br />we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms <br />and whirl on a pane of glass <br />an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree <br />the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women. <br /><br />(oh god I fell for you ...)
