(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 youæ?á®e gone, thereæ?ᯠa 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 youæ?á®e gone, thereæ?ᯠa drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why canæ?á° we seem to get it on?
(Why canæ?á° we seem to get it on)
Words remain unspoken (words...);
Thoughts cannot be heard
(Thoughts...cannot be heard).
Loveæ?ᯠjust a token
Without some spoken word.
When your gone, thereæ?ᯠa drought of love.
When youæ?á®e gone, thereæ?ᯠa drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love.
Why canæ?á° we seem to get it on?
(Why canæ?á° we seem to get it on)
Rooms that you will live in
Not a part of me.
(Theyæ?á£l never see...)
Rooms that youæ?á£l make love in;
Rooms Iæ?á³e never seen.
When youæ?á®e gone, thereæ?ᯠa drought of love...
When youæ?á®e gone, thereæ?ᯠa drought of love...
