A Silver Fox - Jenny Hval

First step shine like a silver fox

Then light as feathers from a phoenix swing

That falls to the ground that I… with quick…

It’s so… you warm my back 'cause

I try to leave this town behind

There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs

And fabric with voices on my mind

The voice have cut a lung in your back

And consonants are glazed along the wet line of

The wet line your eye

…into the sky!