The Gate

The Gate
My healed chest wound
Transformed into a gate
Where I receive love from
Where I give love from
And I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you

Split into many parts
Splattered light beams into prisms
That will reunite
If you care for me, care for me
If you care for me, care for me
Care for me, care for me
And then I'll care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you
Didn't used to be so needy
Just more broken than normal
Proud self-sufficiency
My silhouette is oval
It is a gate
I can care for you, care for you from
I can care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
You care for me, care for me
Care for you
En 'The Gate' de Bjork, la cantante describe cómo una herida en su pecho curada se convierte en una puerta por la que recibe y brinda amor. Se fragmenta en múltiples partes, dispersando rayos de luz en prismas que se volverán a unir...