This little room how well I know it
Now they’ve rented it and the one next door
The whole building has been swallowed up by offices
How familiar it is, this little room
(Refrain) Somewhere all this old furniture
Must still be knocking around
Once here, by the door, stood a sofa
And before it, a little rug exactly here
There’s the table where I always used to sit and draw
How many years, by the window in the sun?
(Bridge) And now I learn the language of the place
Where as a girl of two you wore your sunday dress
Against the North Sea, standing with your brother
And a bucket in your small right hand
In the corner we had a small bed
In the afternoon the sun would climb upon it
We parted, four o’clock, just for a week
On such an afternoon, who would have thought
That seven days could last forever
(Refrain) Somewhere all this old furniture
Must still be knocking around
credits
from Bike Race,
released December 27, 2019
Reid Kruger - Drums, Keyboards, Vocals
Tom Schroeder - Guitar, Vocals
Jonathan Zorn - Bass
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