Pedalling through the dark currents   I find an accurate copy, a blueprint   of the pleasure in me      Swirling....black lilies....totally ripe   A secret code carved, a secret code carved   Swirling....black lilies....totally ripe      He offers a handshake   Crooked five fingers   They form a pattern yet to be matched      On the surface simplicity   But the darkest pit in me   is pagan poetry   pagan poetry      swirling   black lilies   totally ripe      Morse coded signals   They pulsate :They wake me up   from my hibernate      On the surface simplicity   But the darkest pit in me   is pagan poetry   Pagan poetry      i love him      this time   i'm gonna keep me to myself   this time   i'm gonna keep my all to myself      she loves him      but he makes me want to hand myself over      she loves him