Текст песни Bjork - Pagan poetry
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Pedalling throughThe dark currentsI findAn accurate copyA blueprintOf the pleasureIn meSwirling black lilies totally ripeA secret code carvedSwirling black lilies totally ripeA secret code carvedHe offersA handshakeCrookedFive fingersThey form a patternYet to be matchedOn the surface simplicityBut the darkest pit in meIt`s pagan poetryPagan poetryMorsecoding signals (signals)They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up(pulsate) from my hibernatingOn the surface simplicitySwirling black lilies totally ripeBut the darkest pit in meIt`s pagan poetrySwirling black lilies totally ripePagan poetrySwirling black lilies totally ripe....I love him, I love himI love him, I love himI love him, I love himI love him, I love himShe loves him, she loves himThis timeShe loves him, she loves himI`m gonna keep it to myselfShe loves him, she loves himShe loves him, she loves himThis timeI`m gonna keep me all to myselfShe loves him, she loves himAnd he makes me want to hurt myself againShe loves him, she loves himShe loves him, she loves himAnd he makes me want to hurt myself again