Dancing Barefoot — Patti Smith canta o amor de Jeanne Hébuterne (e auto-apagamento) por Modigliani

Portrait of Jeanne Henuterne, by Amedeo Modigliani

She is benediction

She is addicted to thee

She is the root connection

She is connecting with he

Here I go and I don't know why

I fell so ceaselessly

Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot

Heading for a spin

Some strange music draws me in

Makes me come on like some heroine

She is sublimation

She is the essence of thee

She is concentrating on he

Chosen by she

Here I go and I don't know why

I spin so ceaselessly

Could it be he's taking over me

I'm dancing barefoot

Heading for a spin

Some strange music draws me in

Makes me come on like some heroine

She is re-creation

She, intoxicated by Thee

She has the slow sensation that

He is levitating with she

Here I go and I don't know why

I spin so ceaselessly

Till 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 heroine

Oh God, I fell for You

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 afixiation, 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

Oh God, I fell for You

Oh God, I fell for You

Patti Smith