Deus

BjörkDeus does not existbut if he doeshe lives above mein the fattest largest cloud up there he is whiter than white and cleaner then cleanhe wants to reach meDeus does not existbut if he doesI always notice him getting ready in his airy roomhe is picking his gloves so gently offhe wants to touch meI'm walking humbly down a tiny streetpulling my collar - it gets biggerwoooh!EinarI once met himit really surprised mehe put me in a bathtub made me squeaky clean really cleanBjörkTocreateauniverseyou musttastethe forbidden fruitwoooh!EinarHe said hiI said hiI was still cleanBjörkDeus does not existbut if he does he'd want to getdown from that cloudfirst marzipan fingersthen marble handsmore silent than silenceand slower than slowdiving towards meMy collar is hugeroom for two handsthey start at the chestand move slowly downwoooh!EinarI thoughtI had seen everythinghe wasn't white and fluffyhe just had sideburnshe just had sideburnsand a quiff he said hiI said hiI was still cleanI was squeaky cleanI was surprisedjust as you would bebothDeus DeusDeus DeusBjörkHe does not exist