October 27, 2004

• Isobel
  By Bjork

  In a forest pitch-dark

  Glowed the tiniest spark

  It burst into flame

  Like me; Like me.

  My name Isobel

  Married to myself

  My love Isobel

  Living by herself

  In a heart full of dust

  Lives a creature called lust

  It surprises and scares

  Like me; Like me

  My name Isobel

  Married to myself

  My love Isobel

  Living by herself

  When she does it she means to

  Moth delivers her message

  Unexplained on your collar

  Crawling in silence

  A simple excuse

  In a tower of steel

  Nature forges a deal

  To raise wonderful hell

  Like me; Like me.....

  

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  (moving on today.....)

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