Suspirium - Thom Yorke (汤姆·约克)

Composer：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

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

Know tomorrow's at peace