Rooms

Rooms that we have lived in,

The things that they have seen;

Rooms that you shared with me,

And the rooms in between...

When you're gone, there's a drought of love.

Mornings we would wake up

Just to taste our love again,

Afraid of some break-up

Before the day could end.

When you're gone, there's a drought of love;

Empty rooms without your love.

Why can't we seem to get it on?(Why can't we seem to get it on)

Words remain unspoken (words...);

Thoughts cannot be heard(Thoughts... cannot be heard).

Love's just a token

Without some spoken word.

When your gone, there's a drought of love.

When you're gone, there's a drought of love;

Empty rooms without your love.

Why can't we seem to get it on?(Why can't we seem to get it on)

Rooms that you will live in

Not a part of me.(They'll never see...)

Rooms that you'll make love in;

Rooms I've never seen.

When you're gone, there's a drought of love...

When you're gone, there's a drought of love...