I like to come home and put this song on. Sometimes I stretch, other evenings I just let the music flow over me. Often I take the time to look at my room from the perspective of a person listening to the music, not necessarily myself. All of the items on the bed, the floor, the desk fit together to create a picture. I imagine the room, just the way it is, in a place far more fitting. A city where there are people outside my window, places to go. Somewhere that a person who lives in a room like this might not feel so out of place. Or, lacking that, a place to be left alone.