My Life In Rooms

Lyrics

Let’s Go Driving
So Much to Call My Own
Leaving Time
Just More Drugs
Take This Blue
Acoustic Guitar Phase
Won’t You Come
My Life In Rooms

Let’s Go Driving

Here is the one
Thing I’ve followed
Here is my life
My life in rooms

I’ve been taking notes
For myself
Of all the things
To not become

So let’s go for now
Someplace far
Let’s go driving away
Just for today

You get so tired
Of yourself
Taking these notes
Inside some room:

“see how we come
slowly undone
on days like this
we’re not so young.”

So let go and buy
Something new
Let’s go driving
Today
away

So Much to Call My Own

Traveling through the wrong
side of the week
I tried to find a place
that was somewhere in between
But I wasted time in a room
with all my needs
And craved like a beast
who is after things

So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own

I think you were right
we are
the weak ones
We’re always here waiting
for someone
Trying to write it down
before it‘s gone
Inside a book though it
comes out wrong

So much here to call my own
But so much more claim me as their own

Leaving Time

I’ll take the blue of spring
For your eyes now
Cause you you could use
A brand new lie

All your poems and words
They have left you now
So I’ll paint for you
Something blue

Now you should come
Come back to us
It’s a waste that you keep away

Now you should come
With your lovely face
That you keep locked away

Stones fill your mouth
On days like today
You have no words
On days like today

But all your favorite shops
In china town
They are calling you
Saying my pretty one

Now you should come
Come back to us
It’s a waste that you keep away

Now you should come
With your lovely face
That you keep locked away

It’s leaving time
It’s always leaving time

Just More Drugs

Wake up
Just a little break down
Start out the day
Just a little wrong

Who should I call
When I don’t know
Why I am calling?

And how should I be
If they come running?

Maybe what I need
Is to go out shopping?

Or maybe what I need
Is just more drugs?

Is just more drugs.

Okay
Just a little pinprick
They’ll be no more
No more ahhhh

Who should I call
When I don’t know
Why I am calling?

And how should I be
If they come running?

Maybe what I need
Is to go out shopping?

Or maybe what I need
Is just more drugs?

Is just more drugs
Just more drugs
Just more drugs

Take This Blue

Take this blue
You found here
And climb yourself
Once more

Still you’ll fall
Still you’ll fall
Through your open lands
Still you’ll fall
Still you’ll fall
Again

See this place
That takes so much
And asks for more
Each time

I have no place
I have no place
To take you to
So take this blue
Take this blue

So much meets
Here in this place
So much here
To call my own

I have no place
I have no place
To take you to
So take this blue
Take this blue

Acoustic Guitar Phase

Good Songs
Who needs them
We’ll never
Run the show
We just can’t fake
Just can’t fake it
No

But what
What about all
All of
The dough
Maybe someday
Maybe someday
I don’t know

Someday
We’ll make it
And won’t forget
Or disown
You must be crazy
You must be crazy
Go back home

Good Songs
Who needs them
We’ll never
Run the show
We just can’t fake
Just can’t fake it

Go back home
Go back home
Maybe someday
Maybe someday
I don’t know

Won’t You Come

Under soft yellow light
I cut my hair
I watched it fall

On these nights
You desire
to go and change
who you are

So won’t you come
cause it’s almost gone
I am now someone new
but only for a day or two

it’s a sweet sweetest lie
So let me think
I am someone new

Won’t you come see
the face I stole
from some book
about grace

Won’t you come
cause it’s almost gone
I am now someone new
but only for a day or two

My Life In Rooms

My life in rooms
And your life in books
And somewhere between
That’s where we meet

Everything is a like a photograph
We’ll hang it on the walls
Pictures frames and post cards
We’re in love
With everything
That is lost

You and I know
That there is no god
So we clean the house
We go out for drives

And you go now to your books
And I too my rooms
And everything is so soft
When we are
Hiding out
In these rooms

Everything is a like a photograph
We’ll hang it on the walls
Pictures frames and post cards
We’re in love
With everything
That is lost

And you go now to your books
And I too my rooms
And everything is so soft
When we are
Hiding out
In these rooms