I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy, but I can't stop listening to the sound of two soft voices blended in perfection from the reels of this record that I've found. Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me... What are you doing here? Finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear. I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges I believed as soon as I hit land all the other options held before me, would wither in the light of my plan. So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy, but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter, on a chance that on a tape I'd find... a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for. Homesick. Because I no longer know where home is. - Kings of Convenience
softly, deftly, music shall caress you
hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness that you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night
mientras su inspiración baila tu forma de ser, que desintegra con un blues esta oscura prisión.