Rooms - The Mamas & The Papas

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抮e gone, there抯 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抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;

Empty rooms without your love.

Why can抰 we seem to get it on?

(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)

Words remain unspoken (words…);

Thoughts cannot be heard

(Thoughts… cannot be heard).

Love抯 just a token

Without some spoken word.

When your gone, there抯 a drought of love.

When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;

Empty rooms without your love.

Why can抰 we seem to get it on?

(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)

Rooms that you will live in

Not a part of me.

(They抣l never see…)

Rooms that you抣l make love in;

Rooms I抳e never seen.

When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love…

When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love…