| In my room I can keep everything within reach
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| All the switches and fittings are new
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| I have tapped on the walls and I’ve paced out the floor
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| And I know every inch of the ceiling too
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| But I keep seeing you
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| Yes I keep seeing you
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| In my room I have built a religion of a kind
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| I’ve found virtue in things that stay the same
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| In my room I measure time by the things that I use up
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| And just like my shopping list I will never change
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| But I keep seeing you
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| Yes I keep seeing you
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| And I don’t recognise where I am
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| All the shapes and the shadows start to spin
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| Because you’re the one that finally let me in
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| To my room
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| In my room
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| In my room a river runs along the wall above my bed
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| In my room a mountain stands behind the door
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| There is nothing I’m denied, I don’t need to go outside
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| Because in my room I cannot ask for more
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| And I don’t recognise where I am
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| All the shapes and the shadows start to spin
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| Because you’re the one that finally showed me…
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| That I’ve never been here before
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| No I don’t think that I’ve been here before
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| No I don’t think that I’ve been here before
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| No I don’t think that I’ve been here before
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| 'Cause I don’t recognise where I am
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| All the shapes and the shadows start to spin
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| Because you’re the one that finally let me in
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| To my room |