My life in rooms And your life in books Somewhere between That's where we meet Everything's like a photograph We're hanging on the walls Picture frames and postcards 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 So you go now to your books And I go to my rooms And everything is so soft When we are hiding out In these rooms Everything's like a photograph We're hanging on the walls Picture frames and postcards We're in love With everything that's lost You go now to your books And I go to my rooms And everything is so soft When we are hiding out In these rooms