Pagan Poetry (Video Edit)

Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me.

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved.

He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched.

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry.

Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(Pulsate) from my hibernating.

On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry.

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
....

I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
(She loves him, she loves him).

This time
(She loves him, she loves him)
I'm going to keep it to myself
(She loves him, she loves him)
(She loves him, she loves him)
This time
I'm going to keep me all to myself
(She loves him, she loves him)
And he makes me want to hand myself over
(She loves him, she loves him)
(She loves him, she loves him)
And he makes me want to hand myself over.