Pagan Poetry

"Pedalling throught the dark currents, I find an accurate copy, a blueprint, of the pleasure in me
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
He offers a handshake, crooked five fingers, form a pattern, yet to be matched
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
A secred code carved, in a palm of fingers, form a pattern, yet to be matched
Swirling black lillies totally ripe
Morsecoding signals, pulsate, wake me up, from hibernate
On the surface simplicity, but the darkest pit in me, is pagan poetry, pagan poetry

(c) Björk