Pagan Poetry (Live)

Pedaling 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 A secret code carved (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) He offers a handshake Crooked five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) But the darkest pit in me Is pagan poetry (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) Pagan poetry Morse coded signals They pulsate They wake me up From my hibernate On the surface simplicity (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) But the darkest pit in me Is pagan poetry (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) Pagan poetry [Incomprehensible] (Incomprehensible) (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] (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 gonna keep it to myself) She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him (This time) She loves him, she loves him (I'm gonna keep it to myself) She loves him, she loves him (And he makes me want to hurt myself again) She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him (And he makes me want to hurt myself again) She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him