There's a little man upstairs
And he colour codes the nails
That hold down the floor boards
And separate our rooms
There's a little girl next door
And she colours all the snails
And opens the doors and windows
That separate our rooms
There's no room
Colour down the boards and beams
A lumbering claustrophobic dream
And if all goes well they'll build
A cardboard dollhouse
Where we used to live
It's a wet dream
There's a little kid across the hall
And he's wondering what to do
As you over-estimate the floor
In your room there's no room
