In my room there’s a bed.
In my room there’s a wardrobe.
In my room there’s pictures framed on the wall.
My room is a part of myself;
It’s a world I know like the back of my hand.
Were someone to blindfold me,
And ask me to find my way around,
I’d do so, without the slightlest difficulty.
As long as nothing changes,
having my eyes closed makes no difference.
Because in this room
I know how everything looks.