Backstage with the modern dancers
She was stretching her arm, figuring
Well the ropes are taut,
And the stories have all been
You look at me with uncertainty
You look at me with
I am fighting and I am fighting
Kicking and screaming and
I became awake
From a very dark place
Patchwork of fear of
One thing I'll say for the less traveled way
Doesn't
There's a mark on my hand put there by the
There is a light in you, I have fallen into
There
I've been looking in churches and looking in bars
Thought that
I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your
Well the ropes are taut
And the stories have all been
O hold me O holy O golden O grace
Down here
What sort of pressure and what kind of force
must there
Breathing this poison, alive but near death
Under the water, and
The currents want to pull you down
The bottom is empty,
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