20th of August 2012. Playing Sunday with Katja Castberg at Carpe Viam Festival.

Sunday

From Songs to Miss Ekberg

It was Sunday at noon
It was our only Sunday
Life does not need more

It was something like this
As simple as breathing
A movement of care

When the sun crossed the corner
Our steps took a break
Our arms found their garden

When we sat in the park
With those children that played
We saw how futures went by

You, you’re growing in circles
And I’m not, I’m not
I’m not in the centre

You, you’re growing in circles
I’m doing that too
We keep the same tracks

And today while I’m here
You’re there as you’ve always been
And There means far

But it’s Sunday, it’s sunny
And I’ve eaten slowly
French bread and cheese.

We’ve broken the distance
We’ve broken the rules
The whole world fits in a roof

Our love has no hurry
Our love is just here
It moves when we move

You, you’re growing in circles
And I’m not, I’m not
I’m not in the centre

You, you’re growing in circles
I’m doing that too
We keep the same tracks