Dancing Barefoot

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 heroine 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...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine 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... I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine (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 affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a tree The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women. (Oh god I fell for you...)