Woorden: Anja Garbarek. Still guarding space.

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