Bjork:
Deus does not exit.
But if he does, he lives in
the sky above me,
In the fattest largest
cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and
cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his
gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly
down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it
gets bigger, woooh

Einar:
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.

Bjork:
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar:
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Bjork:
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want
to get down from that
cloud,
First marzipan fingers
then marble hands,
More silent than silence
and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room
for two hands,
They start at the chest and
move slowly down.

Einar:
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar & Bjork:
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus

Bjork:
He does not exist