Family - Björk, Bloom

Is there a place

Where I can pay respects

For the death of my family

Show some respect

Between the three of us

There is the mother and the child

Then there is the father and the child

But no man and a woman

No triangle of love

So where do I go

To make an offering

I fall on my knees

And lay my flowers

Burn incense

Light the candles

So where do I go

To make an offering

To mourn our miraculous

Triangle

Father, mother, child

How will is sing us

Out of this sorrow

Build a safe bridge

For the child

Out of this danger

Danger

I raise a monument of love

There is a swarm of sound

Around our heads

And we can hear it

And we can get healed by it

It will relieve us from the pain

It will make us a part of

This universe of solutions

This place of solutions

This location of solutions