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 heroin/e. 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.... [chorus]. 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.... [chorus]. (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 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..