My living room
There is no room for conversations
I don't talk
There's a television
That I don't watch
I don't watch

I look at windows
Of places that don't exist
I'm glad I'm not there
I'm so glad
I'm not there
I'm not there

My living room
A tambourine
A hammer
And a tiny tin hat
Hang from antlers
With a moon on back
With a moon on back

My living room
My living room
Maybe I can travel through time
Maybe I can travel through time
I don't tease
I'm not one to tease
Carpets on the wall
There I don't walk
Maybe I can travel through time
I don't tease