How Gentle - Jenny Hval

How gentle to go swimming

Inside her secret swimming

And breathe with secret gills

Through thick-shake water

A set of oars rippling the water

Pass her on to me

Pass her on to 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…

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