Thunderbolt - Björk, Death Grips

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 who’s hands, deeply humble

Dangerous gifts 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?

Crave…

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

Inviolable

May I, can I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles

May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?

Craving miracles