« I'm back at my cliff Still throwing things off

« I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I fallow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open ? »

Depuis longtemps, je me demande si cet extrait d'Hyper-ballad de Björk me fascine ou m'effraie au plus haut point.