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 no 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 you're gone there's a drought of love

When you're gone there's a drought of love
Empty rooms without no love
Why can't we seem to get it on?
(Why can't we seem to get it on?)

Rooms that you 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

John Phillips

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