Sociology/Anthropology

“Suspirium”

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
Dancing behind a wall
Hear the old songs
And laughter within
All forgiven
Always and never been true

When I arrive
Will you come and find me?
Or in a crowd
Be one of them? Mother wants us Back beside her No tomorrows At peace

Thom Yorke