This is a waltz thinking about our bodiesWhat they mean for our salvationWith only the clothes that we stand up inJust the ground on which we standIs the darkness ours to take?Bathed in lightness, bathed in heatAll is well, as long as we keep spinningHere and now, dancing behind a wallWhen the old songs and laughter we doAre forgiven always and never been trueWhen I arrive, will you come and find me?Or in a crowd, be one of them?Wore the wrong sign back beside herKnow tomorrow's at peace