MOG

I'm dancing barefoot
Chosen by she
And whirl on a pane of glass
Oh God, I fell for You
I spin so ceaselessly

Here I go and I don't know why
Makes me come on like some heroine

Heading for a spin
She is the root connection
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms

Some strange music draws me in
She, intoxicated by Thee
She is the essence of thee
She has the slow sensation that
She is sublimation

Oh God, I fell for You
The hands of he and the promise that she
Is blessed among women
She is re-creation
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face

Grave visitations
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself

The line of life, the limb of a tree

Why must we pray screaming?
Makes me come on like some heroine
Some strange music draws me in
Heading for a spin
Heading for a spin
Makes me come on like some heroine

Could it be he's taking over me
What is it that calls to us?
Here I go and I don't know why
Here I go and I don't know why

I fell so ceaselessly
Oh God, I fell for You
She is connecting with he
Could it be he's taking over me
Some strange music draws me in
I'm dancing barefoot
I'm dancing barefoot
Till I lose my sense of gravity

I spin so ceaselessly
He is levitating with she

An afixiation, a fix on anything
She is concentrating on he