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

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