(John Phillips)

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抮e gone, there抯 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抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love
Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)

Words remain unspoken (words);
Thoughts cannot be heard
(Thoughtscannot be heard)
Love抯 just a token
Without some spoken word
When your gone, there抯 a drought of love

When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
Empty rooms without your love
Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)

Rooms that you will live in
Not a part of me
(They抣l never see)
Rooms that you抣l make love in;
Rooms I抳e never seen
When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love
When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love