Rooms - Scott McKenzie

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 your 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 your gone, there’s a drought of love

When you’re gone, there’s a drought of love;

Empty rooms without your love

Why can’t we seem to get it on?

(Why can’t we seem to get it on)

Rooms that you will 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…