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