Jenny Hval
How Gentle
How gentle to go swimming
Inside her secret swimming
And breathe with secret gills

Through thick-shake water, a set of oars
Are rippling the water, water

Pass her on
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Pass her on to me
Me
To me

Inside a secret tomb
Therein lie my secret bones

She passes on to me, she passes on to me
She passes on to me, she passes on to me
She passes on to me, she passes on to me
She passes on to me, she passes on to me
She passes on to me, to me, to me
To me
To me
Carve my shape into the water
I remember: these my mothers
Carve my shape into the water
I remember: these my mothers
These my mothers
These my mothers