Pagan Poetry — Bjork

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 Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved

He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry

Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (pulsate) 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

Swirling black lilies totally ripe ....

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

This time She loves him, she loves him I'm gonna keep it to myself She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him This time I'm gonna keep me all to myself She loves him, she loves him And he makes me want to hurt myself again She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him And he makes me want to hurt myself again