Thunderbolt Songtext
von Björk

Staring at water′s edge
Cold froth on my twig
My mind in whirls
Wonders 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 un-know
From whose hands deeply humble
Dangerous gift as surge to my core

Humble
Dangerous gift
As surge to my core


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

Waves irregularly struggling
With sand in my face
Sun-dance, storm come
Scrape those barnacles off 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 prong runs through me
Revive my wish
I am...

Craving miracles
Craving miracles