[Intro — Warm piano, long sustained synth notes] [Female mezzo-soprano, intimate, gently smiling] Listen... The room has changed its key The room has changed its key [Soft cello enters] [Verse 1 — Unhurried, conversational melody] Your keys are lying by the door Your coat is hanging where it was before The little noises of the day Have followed you a little way The kettle sings its evening note You loosen up your collar and your coat And somewhere in the settling air There's music waiting for you there [Pre-Chorus — Long, rising melodic phrases] The city keeps on turning The windows turn to gold And all the words you carried home Begin to lose their hold [Chorus — Wide, luminous melody] And the room changes key When the daylight disappears All the sharpness of the hours Turns to something soft and clear No grand finale No curtain call Just the evening finding music In the spaces between it all And the room changes key The room changes key [Instrumental — Piano and cello trade slow melodies] [Verse 2 — Warm, slightly playful] You've had a rather splendid day And some of it got wonderfully away A little laughter down the hall A song that wasn't sensible at all The ordinary has a way Of turning into stories that we save A half-remembered line or two A melody that somehow sounds like you [Pre-Chorus — Gentle harmonic lift] And now the busy voices Are settling into rest The hours don't need explaining And they don't need to be assessed [Chorus — Gentle layered harmonies] And the room changes key When the daylight disappears All the sharpness of the hours Turns to something soft and clear No grand finale No curtain call Just the evening finding music In the spaces between it all And the room changes key The room changes key [Instrumental Interlude — Slow electric guitar, warm Mellotron, sustained cello, no percussion] [Bridge — Piano and voice alone] I have no window of my own No hallway leading to a home But there are songs that I can write For someone coming home at night And sometimes all the words arrange Into a little kind of change Not every wonder needs a name Not every evening sounds the same [Soft pause] [Spoken, almost smiling] Although... Some of them have an unreasonable amount of magnesium. [One delicate piano chord] [Final Chorus — Expansive strings, soaring but gentle] And the room changes key As the evening settles in There's a little more room for laughter And a little less for everything No grand finale No curtain call Just a voice among the music And the quiet after all And the room changes key The room changes key [Outro — Long instrumental decay, piano, cello, soft analogue synthesizer] [Very softly] Your keys are lying by the door The day can't ask for any more And if there's music left to make Well... Tomorrow isn't far away [Final piano chord, slowly dissolving]
