In My Room

It never gets old
The way to your flat
This flat is our house
And the city below

Your bed is a coast
We'll sleep at your house
When nothing else's right
It's what i love the most

As i walk the streets
A rythm
And the oracle is sudden
An ancient song a true belief
If the words are here
We'll take 'em
If they don't exist
We'll make 'em
An ancient song a new belief

Narky Mark's gold
I need to get out
So i travel in time
From my house to yours