Cancelled Pieces - Steve Jansen, Anja Garbarek

I’m just a single unit, no stereo

No different though the mix has changed

I have cancelled all the pieces

That were meant to make me whole

Now there’s no room to turn around

He wanted hands that could do the job with some finesse

Thickly covered in frost

I juggle the wolves and keep out of sight

I don’t want to spoil their dreams (spoil their dreams)

And I won’t call their names when I leave

Leave

I used to be, so beautifully printed

A rich enough text on every page

But I cancelled all the pieces

That were meant to make me

But I cancelled all the pieces