Thom Yorke - Suspirium lyrics

This is a waltz thinking about our bodies What they mean for our salvation The little 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 When the old songs and laughter we do Are forgiven always and never been true When I arrive, will you come and find me? Or in a crowd, be one of them? Wore the wrong sign back beside her No tomorrow's at peace