una de mis favoritas.-

Pedaling 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
Pagan poetry

Morse-coding signals (signals)
They pulsate (they 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
Is 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
She loves him, she loves 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

Björk