Utopia - Björk, Arca

Bird species never seen or heard before

The first flute from the first fauna

Utopia isn’t elsewhere…

You assigned me to protect our lantern

To be intentional about the light

Utopia isn’t elsewhere

It’s here

My instinct has been shouting at me for years

Saying let’s get out of here

Toxic tumor bulging under the earth here

Need to purify the air here…