Bjork –
Pagan Poetry
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 hand myself over
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he
makes me want to hand myself over
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