Still Guarding Space - Anja Garbarek

Hums of conversation

Lip glows

One leg crossed

Driven back into this corner

It is the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

'Cause it’s the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

Watch me turn the volume down

It’s always cold before the last day

Still guarding space

Snow piled up by the road to my house

The one time I tried, it was a fine view

Through and across

Then there was restlessness

And in that movement

I dressed in the light from outside

It is the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

'Cause it’s the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

'Cause it’s the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

'Cause it’s the same when I leave

As when I come

On a higher or lower frequency

It means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me