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