Studio Tan There's a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, It can carry on without us
But out there it's changing by the instant And I'm in here on my own.
I kid myself that you are in here with me, And you're speaking through me now, That evrything I do in here's for 'US' not just for me
but I never could quite explain how
The room is empty,, or, the room is full Inspiration comes and goes.... but In the end we became each others tea-break Togetherness was just supposed.
And inside I just never could see that But out here it just seems so clear.