All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal making lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely?

Oh so lovely sitting abso-bloomin'-lutely still
I would never budge till Spring crept over the window sill

Someone's head resting on my knee
Warm and tender as she can be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely ?

Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely?


I thought living out of a suitcase would be easy. I thought that the axis of the world would continue to orbit as long as I simulated the past life’s version of a sanctuary. I thought that navigating through this shit would be all-righteable as long as I was settled with a roof over my head. But long are the nights. I thought I could push and shut everything out. But I can’t. I keep thinking and crying. I miss them so much. I rather be out there with the crowd than to be back at an unfamiliar place. I feel very displaced trying to suit my ways to someone unfamiliar. Sometimes I stay back at the office to push off being alone back my place. Its supposed to be home. But can you ever simulate your own version of Home without the necessary people in it? I have dinners outside, or I go shopping, Im even thinking of movies or keeping myself with my familiar libraries than to be in a simulated version of Home. I didn’t know it would turn out to be a farce. Its supposed to be a place where I rest. Where I rest my soul. But sometimes I stay back in the office and stoning doing work with my worship songs and That is Home. simple. But home at that place where you try so hard to make it one doesn’t work. Unfamiliarity. I don’t adapt very well do i? for once, this baffles me. I thought I’ve always been a master in adapting. Adept In Adapting. Pain.

Draw me to my knees
So we can talk
Let me feel Your breath
Let me know You're here with me