My Life in Rooms

My life in rooms

And your life in books

Somewhere between

That's where we meet

Everything's like a photograph

We're hanging on the walls

Picture frames and postcards

We're in love

With everything

That is lost

You and I know

That there is no God

So we clean the house

We go out for drives

So you go now to your books

And I go to my rooms

And everything is so soft

When we are hiding out

In these rooms

Everything's like a photograph

We're hanging on the walls

Picture frames and postcards

We're in love

With everything that's lost

You go now to your books

And I go to my rooms

And everything is so soft

When we are hiding out

In these rooms