Well I, I dream of a room
In a crooked little house
Under the crooked little moon
Where I can spend my time

With books on every wall
And a plant in every window
To remind me of what I love
And the places in which I can find it

Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick

Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
I must also get away to this crooked room and stay
Until the weather doesn't seem so cold

But then, you found me
In a sad and lonely state
And I know you just couldn't wait
To show me all I was missing

But then, you had to go
Two provinces away
To a crooked room of your own
And that's just how it is

Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick

Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
And I must also get away to this crooked room and stay
Until the weather doesn't seem so cold
Well I suppose, well I suppose it's just as well
That I'm living my life all alone
Cause I, well I could never really tell
If you ever thought of my life, or just your own

Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick

Well I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
But I must also get away from your crooked mind and stay
At a distance if I ever want to know