In a house with two rooms in it I felt I was to small to fit I had to enter the door And one room was full of tears Of songs and pictures of long-gone years I had to enter the door And the other room was full of fire Of hopes and plans and steep desire I had to enter the door The first room was cool and calm As long as your own thoughts meant no harm I had to enter the door The second room threatened to ache Of stillborn choice and mistake I had to enter the door The first room was crowded with joys But from the other room I still hear that noise The second room was crowded with joys But from the first one I can still hear that noise The first room was crowded with joys But from the other room I still hear that noise The second room was crowded with joys But from the first one I can still hear that noise Oh, one room was full of fire Of hopes and plans and steep desire I had to enter the door The other room was full of tears Of songs and pictures of long-gone years I had to enter the door The first room was crowded with joys But from the other room I still hear that noise The second room was crowded with joys But from the first one I can still hear that noise The first room was crowded with joys But from the other room I still hear that noise The second room was crowded with joys But from the first one I can still hear that noise