One PM on the seventh daynand my back was racked with painnAs we sat down once againnThe wind built up with a restless soundnand my mind went round and roundnAnd the sweat ran down my face and shouldersnEverything will rise then will pass awaynwhen you hold me in your swaynEverything will fall then will rise againnwhen you hold me in your swaynRolling with the pleasurenreeling with the painnIs the monkey in my brainnBut I have to start againnIn a half lit roomnA warrior's gloomnWe are only flesh and bloodnAnd the truth is right in front of usnEverything will rise then will pass awaynwhen you hold me in your swaynEverything will changenNothing stays the samenwhen you hold me in your swaynAnd it seemed that much more realnAnd it's something that I can't seenBut it seems that much more real to menEverything will fallnthen will rise againnwhen you hold me in your swaynEverything will rise then will pass awaynwhen you hold me in your sway