Like a virus needs a body As soft tissue feeds on blood Some day I'll find you, the urge is here

Like a mushroom on a tree trunk As the protein transmutates I knock on your skin, and I am in

The perfect match, you and me I adapt, contagious You open up, say welcome

Like a flame that seeks explosives As gunpowder needs a war I feast inside you, my host is you

The perfect match, you and I You fail to resist My crystalline charm

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

My sweet adversary.- Bjork