My Life In Rooms

My life in rooms

And your life in books

And somewhere between

That’s where we meet

Everything is a like a photograph

We’ll hang it on the walls

Pictures frames and post cards

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

And you go now to your books

And I too my rooms

And everything is so soft

When we are

Hiding out

In these rooms

Everything is a like a photograph

We’ll hang it on the walls

Pictures frames and post cards

We’re in love

With everything

That is lost

And you go now to your books

And I too my rooms

And everything is so soft

When we are

Hiding out

In these rooms