Текст песни 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