Where We Hide

Bits and pieces everywhere Cardboard boxes on the floor Cables hanging off the shleves Steel cupboards with squeaky doors Paperwork and coloured pens A pair of scissors and sticky tape An ancient fridge and bottle of scotch To help us through the bad days Noises inside Like when you sit in a plane It smells like hot chips And the heat is insane But it's my favourite room I love every bit From the click of the door To the desk where you sit And all that I wish Is that I could hide there all day Just sitting with you Til the world fades away