In The Garden
Lina Tullgren, Anders Trentemoller, ANDERS TRENTEMOELLER, LINA B TULLGREN
Golden like someone you knew before
Born out of rage
Look inside the door at what is waiting now
How could you respond to this somehow?
I'm in the field
I'll walk around
In the garden
I ask permission
To be silent
Always listening
Now I can hear it
Now I can hear it
I will deconstruct
Gravity is me, it's leaking out
Of my identity
In the golden tide
On the beach where I
See a smoking gun
I cover up my eyes
It is not, it is not
But what is it?
Take it apart
It's a song you heard
It is not, it is not
But what is it?
Take it apart
It's a song you heard
Paint it white
What will I do
If I've got nothing to lose?
What will I do
I've got nothing to lose?