(John Phillips)
Rooms that we have lived in,
The things that they have seen;
Rooms that you shared with me,
And the rooms in between...
When youжЉ®e gone, thereжЉЇ 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 youжЉ®e gone, thereжЉЇ a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why canжЉ° we seem to get it on?
(Why canжЉ° we seem to get it on)
Words remain unspoken (words...);
Thoughts cannot be heard
(Thoughts...cannot be heard).
LoveжЉЇ just a token
Without some spoken word.
When your gone, thereжЉЇ a drought of love.
When youжЉ®e gone, thereжЉЇ a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why canжЉ° we seem to get it on?
(Why canжЉ° we seem to get it on)
Rooms that you will live in
Not a part of me.
(TheyжЉЈl never see...)
Rooms that youжЉЈl make love in;
Rooms IжЉіe never seen.
When youжЉ®e gone, thereжЉЇ a drought of love...
When youжЉ®e gone, thereжЉЇ a drought of love...