Пісня Thom Yorke - 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

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?

Mother wants us
Back beside her
No tomorrow's
At peace