Björk

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
Simply calling you up
And simply suggesting

We go to that hidden place…

Now. I have been slightly shy
But I can smell a pinch of hope
To almost have allowed once fingers
To stroke
The fingers I was given to touch with
But careful careful
There lies my passion hidden
There lies my love
I’ll hide ot under a blanket
Lull it to sleep

He’s the beautifullest, fragilest, still strong
Dark and divine
And the littleness of his movements
Hides himself
He invents a charm that makes him invisible
Hides in the hair
Can I hide there too?
Hide in the hair of him
Seek solice
Sanctuary

In that hidden place…