Rooms that we have lived in, the things that they have seen.
Rooms that you've 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 breakup, 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?
Words remain unspoken, thoughts cannot be heard.
Love's just a token, without some spoken word.
When you're 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?
Rooms that you will live in, not a part of me.
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.