Thom Yorke Suspirium

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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.