This

is

a

waltz

Thin-

king

a-

bout

our

bo-

dies

What

they

mean

For

our

sal-

va-

tion

With

on-

ly

the

clothes

That

we

stand

up

in

Just

the

ground

On

which

we

stand

Is

the

dark-

ness

Ours

to

take?

Bathed

in

light-

ness

Bathed

in

heat

All

is

well

As

long

as

we

keep

spin-

ning

Here

and

now

Dan-

cing

be-

hind

a

wall

Hear

the

old

songs

And

laugh-

ter

wit-

hin

All

for-

gi-

ven

Al-

ways

and

ne-

ver

been

true

When

I

ar-

rive

Will

you

come

and

find

me?

Or

in

a

crowd

Be

one

of

them?

Mot-

her

wants

us

Back

be-

side

her

No

to-

mor-

rows

At

peace