B2 Pagan Poetry
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Pedalling 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)
I see a man carved a name
And blue saints ever make our home
He offers a handshake
Crooked five fingers
They form a pattern gently
And yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity (swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
Is pagan poetry (swirling black lilies totally ripe)
Oh, it is pagan poetry
Morse coding signals
They pulsate, they wake me up
From my hibernation
They wake me up, they wake me up
The simplicity (swirling black lilies totally ripe)
But the darkest pit in me
And it's pagan poetry (swirling black lilies totally ripe)
And it's pagan poetry (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 (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)
She loves him, she loves him (I'm gonna keep me all to myself)
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him (but he makes me want to hand myself over)
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him (but he makes me want to hand myself over)
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him (he makes me want to kill me away)
She loves him, she loves him