Pagan Poetry
Björk
Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find an accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure in me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved, a secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
He offers a handshake
Crooked, five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals
They pulsate and wake me up
From my hibernating
On the surface simplicity
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
Pagan poetry
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep it to myself
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
But he makes me want to hand myself over
But he makes me want to hand myself over
