Spells - Jenny Hval

You are your own disco ball

Hovering above you like

A comforting reminder that not even you belong to you

So you put your jazz hands in the air

And they get tangled in your hair

But you’ll always stand the victors

Exercising everything by tapping into nothing

There’s another field

Your distances are vast

Hey, you, I know who you are

Open up to me so I can pull them out

You will not be awake for long

You won’t have to wait for long

You will not be awake for long

We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown

We will not be awake for long

We will not be awake for long

We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown

You, I know that feeling (Baby, baby)

I’m waiting for you and the silences between things (Baby)

I’m not saying, «Hey, jazz hands, dancing is futile

It can not hold you like I can.»

I wanna hold you, wanna hold you

You will not be awake for long

You won’t have to wait for long

You will not be awake for long

And we’ll, we’ll meet, we’ll meet in the smallest great unknown

Wait for me, wait for me

We will not be awake for long

You won’t be awake

We will not be awake for long

We’ll meet in the smallest great unknown

You are lost in the world of thoughts

You are lost, exercising everything by tapping into nothing