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

Words remain unspoken

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

Rooms that you will live in

Rooms I've never seen

Rooms that you'll make love in;

With someone else not me

When you're gone there's a drought of love

When you're gone there's a drought of love