Those were the rites of spring

and we did everything

There was salvation every night

We got our dreams reborn

and our upholstery torn

but everything we tried was right

She used her body just like a bandage

She used my body just like a wound

I’ll probably never know where she disappeared

But I can see her rising up out of the backseat now

just like an angel rising up from a tomb

~ Jim Steinman