Ceaselessly

Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly 'til I lose my sense of gravity

I'm dancing barefoot heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in, makes me come on like some heroin

The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face,
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming?
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms and whirl on a pane of glass
An affixation, a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women

(Oh God I fell for you...)