Björk - Virus

Like a virus needs a body
As soft tissue feeds on blood
Someday I’ll find you, the urge is here

Like a mushroom on a tree trunk
As the protein transmutates
I knock on your skin
And I am in

The perfect match
You and me
I adapt, contagious
You open up, saying welcome

Like a flame that seeks explosives
As gun powder needs a war
I feast inside you, my host is you

The perfect match
You and I
You fail to resist
My crystalline charm

Like a virus
Patient hunter
I'm waiting for you
I’m starving for you

My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary