Bjork

In a forest pitch-dark
Glowed the tiniest spark
It burst into flame
Like me
Like me
My name isobel
Married to myself
My love isobel
Living by herself
In a heart full of dust
Lives a creature called lust
It surprises and scares
Like me
Like me
My name isobel
Married to myself
My love isobel
Living by herself
When she does it she means to
Moth delivers her message
Unexplained on your collar
Crawling in silence