Björk - Pagan Poetry

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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
Morse coding 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 hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hand myself over