Shock Activities (Garbarek Anja)

The street's reaching up to the open window Too much information leaks in and shoos up my spine Lifting my head off the pillow and the dust rises when I set my feet on the floor I breathe in and out while I try to focus When I feel OK I twist my mouth To save what little air is left Cos It's a question of constructing an imitation of conditions To survive this situation I keep far away but I'm missing nothing My eyes are an endless panorama of blue There's nothing here to block my view And with a sideways glance I am shown as much as I want to see Cos It's a question of constructing An imitation of conditions In full motion No variation This need for speed The notion of convulsion This seed of greed Shock activities Lack of memories Don't wanna be Cannot see Anything wrong with the picture Cos It's a question of constructing An imitation of conditions To survive this situation