I notice this sound Let it come from my radio forget Something comes to me Moving me....and how he strokes His hand reaches, tie us Or with the eyes When you think....he imitates I'm watching through the carden of my eyes I'm single having my opinions Even fuck with them.....so I invited: 'Come on, you can just swim after me I'll show you the flowers' But he follows....he imitates
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
All the flowers.... And all for....all for
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
Step the constant following I get rid of.... He's elipsing on my energy 'Go off me! You can just swim by yourself You can find your own flowers'
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
He imitates And all for.... He ask all.... For these fucking gloves to follow The flowers.... You can see it It's so obvious You must be someone else You must be someone other than I am You must have other needs....other opinions