Thunderbolt - Bjork
Stirring at water's edge,
Cold froth on my twig,
My mind in whirls
Wanders around desire.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles?
May I, can I, or have I too often now?
Craving miracles?
Craving miracles?
No one imagines the light shock I need,
And I'll never know
From who's hands, deeply humble,
Dangerous gifts as such to mine come.
May I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles?
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles?
Craving miracles..
My romantic gene is dominant
And it hungers for union,
Universal intimacy,
All embracing.
May I, should I or have I too often
Craved miracles?
May I, can I or have I too often
Craved miracles?
Crave?
Waves irregularly striking,
Wind stern in my face.
Thunderstorm, come,
Scrape those barnacles of me!
May I, may I or should I too often
Crave miracles?
May I or should I or have I too often
All my body parts are one
As lightning hits my spine,
Sparkling
Prime runs through me,
Revive my wish
Inviolable.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles?
May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles?
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