In Quiet Rooms - Dramarama

Restless angels scale the walls upstaging Mr. Fields

While Rodger and his concubine drink whiskey from their heels

Silent, suntanned Stan, he’s got a basketball degree

In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry

Laughing in the bedroom like a trooper to the last

And she’s looking to the future while she’s living in the past

Drinks a bowl of courage and she fights the urge to flee

In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry

Living on a bed of glass blown by the queen of beads

And she tells me all of my problems while she satisfies my needs

Solemn and inspired I fall down and feel so free

In quiet rooms, young girls

In quiet rooms, young girls

In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry