(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 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... |