Original lyrics

EN

Fungal cities subterranean Curve the forest floor We walk on this sunken mystery Trunks bursting through the moss from our love (Should I soften the blow of life on him?) (Cottonwool cocoon him?) His capacity for love is enormous His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too His body calligraphs the space above my bed Horizontal signature on my skin (I'm raptured, I'm raptured) I'm in rapture, ooh Perfumed velvet darkness (should I soften the blow of life on him?) (Should I soften the blow of life on him?) (Cottonwool cocoon him?) His capacity for love is enormous His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous His capacity for love encourages me to have Capacity for love (is enormous) His vitality repolarises me My north-south shifts to east-west Capacity for love (for love) Capacity for love Capacity for love (love) Capacity for love (for love, capacity) Capacity for love (capacity for) Capacity for love