Sonnets / Unrealities XI Lyrics

by Björk

It may not always be so, and I say
And if your lips which I have loved should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch her heart
As mine in time not far away

If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great rising words, as uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay

If this should be, I say if this should be you of my heart
Send me a little word that I may go unto her and take her hands saying
Accept all happiness from me, then I shall turn my face
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands