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
She touched my arm and smiled One of these days soon, very soon Love you till then I love you till then Feel my breath on your neck And your heart will
[Incomprehensible] Who would have known That a boy like him Would have entered me lightly Restoring my blisses Who would have known That a boy like
Treading the glacier head Looking hard for a moment of shine From twilight to twilight Utter mundane Aurora Goddess sparkle Shoot me beyond this suffer
Through the warmthest cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure what to do with it? Or where to put it? I'm so close to tears And so close to
I wake up And the day feels Broken I tilt my head I'm trying To get an angle 'Cause the evenin' I've always longed for It could still happen How do I
I have a recurrent dream Every time I lose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My mother and son baked for me During the night They do a trapeze
It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Ooh I It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Ooh I
I will wade out Till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash
I'm born, stubborn, me and will always be Before you count one, two, three I will, grown my own Private branch of this tree You gardener, you discipliner
If there is a troubadour washing, it is he If there is a man about town, it is he If there is one to be sought, it is he If there are nine she's, they
Translation: Bjork. Vespertine.
: Who would have known That a boy like him Would have entered me lightly Restoring my blisses Who would have known That a boy like him After sharing
: Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure What to do with it Or where to put it I'm so close to tear And so close
: I wake up And the day feels Broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evening I've always longed for It could still happen How do
: It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh I It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh
: (Instrumental)
: (Original from : Console - Rocket In The Pocket : Crabcraft) I have a recurrent dream Everytime I loose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My
