Anja Garbarek - The Cabinet

I'm lying as far out Towards the edge As possible So far out That i'm almost tripping over You lie behind me Your breath is heavy You're sleeping There are some screws That are coming loose From two holes in the wall The plaster's sifting down Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes There's a cabinet (Hanging over my bed) Filled with all my secret things (Filled with all my secret things) Every night i lie (Staring at it) I'm so afraid that it will fall down Onto my face I know what is keeping My cabinet from falling down It's very a small bird Made of ceramics Fastened by a thread To the bottom of the cabinet When you're awake You play around with it Then i get so scared That the thread won't be strong enough I'm hiding my head under the pillow Hoping that The bird won't fly away There's a cabinet (Hanging above my bed) Filled with all my secrets things (Filled with secret things) Every night i lie (Staring up at it) I'm so afraid that it will fall down 'Cause what if the cabinet (Were to fall down) And what if it hit my face (Would you get frightened by) The things that you would see (The things that you would see) Or would try to mend it (Would you even try) There's a cabinet Hanging above my bed Filled with secret things