Fungal city, subterranean
Carve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from

Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?

His capacity for love is enormous
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too

His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin
I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)
Perfumed velvet darkness

Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?

His capacity for love is enormous
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love encourages me to have (for love)
Capacity for love (is enormous, yeah yeah)

This vitality repolarizes me
My north-south shifts to east-west

Capacity for love, for love (for love)
Capacity for love (for love)
Capacity for love (love, for love)
Capacity for love (for love, for love)
Capacity for love (capacity for)
Capacity for love, love (oh yes)

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Writer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir