lundi 19 novembre 2012

Björk

I shuffle around the tectonic plates in my chest
You know I gave it all trying to match our continents
To change seasonal shift to form a mutual core
As fast as your fingernail grows the Atlantic ridge drifts
To counteract distance, you know I gave it all
Can you hear the effort of the magnetic strife?
Shuffling of columns to form a mutual core (...)