Hymn for the missing

Song of the day;;

→ Björk - 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

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

And it's pagan poetry

(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

Pagan poetry

Morse coding signals (Signals)

They pulsate (Wake me up)

They wake me up

(Pulsate) From my hibernating

On the surface simplicity

(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

But the darkest pit in me

And it's pagan poetry

(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

Pagan poetry

(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)

(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

I...

(She loves him, she loves him)

This time

(She loves him, she loves him)

I'm going to keep it to myself

(She loves him, she loves him)

This time

(She loves him, she loves him)

I'm going to 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

(She loves him, she loves him)

(She loves him, she loves him)

(She loves him, she loves him)

(She loves him, she loves him)