Pagan Poetry
Pedalling throughThe dark currentsI findAn accurate copyA blueprintOf the pleasureIn me
Swirling black lilies totally ripeA secret code carvedSwirling black lilies totally ripeA secret code carved
He offersA handshakeCrookedFive fingersThey form a patternYet to be matched
On the surface simplicityBut the darkest pit in meIt's pagan poetryPagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up(pulsate) from my hibernating
On the surface simplicitySwirling black lilies totally ripeBut the darkest pit in meIt's pagan poetrySwirling black lilies totally ripePagan poetry
Swirling 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 him
This 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 hand myself overShe loves him, she loves himShe loves him, she loves himAnd he makes me want to hand myself over