pedalling throughthe dark currentsi findan accurate copya blueprintof
the pleasurein meswirling black lilies totally ripea secret code
carvedswirling black lilies totally ripea secret code carvedhe
offersa handshakecrookedfive fingersthey form a patternyet to
be matchedon the surface simplicitybut the darkest pit in meit''''s
pagan poetrypagan poetrymorsecoding signals (signals)they pulsate
(wake me up) and wake me up(pulsate) from my hibernateon the surface
simplicityswirling black lilies totally ripebut the darkest pit
in meit''''s pagan poetryswirling black lilies totally ripepagan
poetryswirling 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 himthis timeshe loves him, she loves
himi''''m gonna keep me to myselfshe loves him, she loves himshe
loves him, she loves himthis timei''''m gonna keep my 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