sonnets unrealities xi lyrics – bjork

it may not always be so;
and i say
that if your lips,
which i have loved,
should touch
and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,
as mine in time not far away;
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,
or such
great writhing words as,
uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,
i say if this should be
you of my heart,
send me a little word;
that i may go unto her,
and take her hands,
accept all happiness from me.
then shall i turn my face,
and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

/ bjork lyrics