Björk - Virus

Like a virus needs a body
And soft tissue feeds on blood
Someday i'll find you
The urge is here


Like a mushroom on a tree trunk
As a 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, you do


Like a virus, patient hunter
I'm waiting for you
I'm starving for you


My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary