Suspirium Finale - Thom Yorke

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