Pagan Poetry

Björk

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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, 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
And he makes me want to hand myself over
And he makes me want to hand myself over