In a forrest pitch-dark
glowed the tiniest spark
it burst into flame
like me
like me
my name isobel
married to myself
my love isobel
living by herself
in a heart full of dust
lives a creature
called lust
it surprises and scares
like me
like me
my name isobel
married to myself
my love isobel
living by herself
when she does it
she means to
moth delivers her message
unexplained on your collar
crawling in silence
a simple excuse
in a tower of steel
nature forges a deal
to raise wonderful hell
like me
like me
Bjork
'isobel'
