Bjork - Thunderbolt

Thunderbolt

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