This Room
Swing low sweet chariot
This room's been way too hot
With all our friends
Again that way
They come inside
Of a thing that escaped through the morning
I can't blame them
I'll be on my way
On my way
And any time
You need a hand
Don't remind me
'Cause we've already landed the fall
Waking up it's morning after all
Writer/s: Stuart McLamb
