Lyrics Bedroom Interlude - Swansonge

(Plug in the mic, throw on my creative face
Yeah I'm livin' large in my eighty square feet of space)

Sitting here at the edge of my bed
Clearing the cobwebs from my mind
Tried to get up, but I fell down instead
I don't care, I'll be just fine

Through the window there's a dusting of snow
Recall the words that I wrote long ago
Tucked in the folds of my gray matter brain
They yearn for a world where they're put on display