The Sound Of Changing Place

You step into the loft

I feel it when you say

I never wanted all the useless things we take

The lights are turning on

So distant from it all

I swear this time will take

The sound of changing place

And this sinks so calcified

Those calluses begin

The last remaining light

Is stretched across your skin

Decide to sellotape the boxes one by one

I know it's cold and dull

The sound of changing place

The sound of changing place

The sound of changing