Thunderbolt

Björk · Biophilia [2011]

Stirring at water's edge,

Cold froth on my twig,

My mind in whirls

Wanders around desire.



May I, can I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles

May I, can I, or have I too often now?

Craving miracles

Craving miracles



No one imagines the light shock I need,

And I'll never know

From whose hands, deeply humble,

Dangerous gift as such to mine come.



May I, should I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles

May I, can I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles

Craving miracles



My romantic gene is dominant

And it hungers for union,

Universal intimacy,

All embracing.



May I, should I or have I too often

Craved miracles?

May I, can I or have I too often

Craved miracles?

Craved



Waves irregularly striking,

Wind stern in my face.

Thunderstorm, come,

Scrape those barnacles of me!



May I, may I or should I too often

Crave miracles?

May I or should I or have I too often



All my body parts are one

As lightning hits my spine,

Sparkling

Prime runs through me,

Revive my wish

I am inviolable.



May I, can I, or have I too often?

May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles