Björk
Blissing Me (Edit 2)
[Verse 1]
All of my mouth was kissing him
Now, into the air, I am missing him
Is this excess texting a blessing?
Two music nerds obsessing

[Verse 2]
This handsomest of wickermen
He asked if I could wait for him
Now, how many lightyears this interim
While I fall in love with his songs?

[Verse 3]
His hands are good in protecting me
Touching and caressing me
But would it be trespassing
Wanting him to be blissing me
Robbing him of his youth?

[Verse 4]
The interior of these melodies
Is perhaps where we are meant to be
Our physical union a fantasy
I just fell in love with a song

[Verse 5]
So, I reservе my own intimacies
I bundle them up in packagеs
My rawward longing far too visceral
Did I just fall in love with love?