Letras: Bjá¶rk. My Snare (aka Nature Is Ancient ).

It's soft in the middle
With a shell around it
It's called life

It goes wherever it wants to
Don't try to predict it
Then you'd offend it
It's meant to surprise

Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all

Rescue me
From level-head-ness
And the unnecessary luxury of being calm

Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all

She's got dark hair on her head
Blood on her arms
She sneaks up from behind
Come on
You deserve it!