The Arch - Ribdancer

If you see a strange walking girl.
Like she's counting her steps, like printing signs on the ground, for those who followed her.
She keeps her eyes to the sky, like she's looking for God.

Perhaps she'll get him down.

I saw your misery passing. I wanna see you, I wanna touch your skin, right this night.

[Sometimes she leaves the ground, she wants to jump to the moon. She's taking off for a live, somewhere in emptiness. She throws her hands to the sky, like she's counting on God. Perhaps he'll take her up.]