Lyrics
you go now to your books
and everything is so soft
You and i know, and everything is so soft Rooms, picture frames and postcards
So you go now to your books, we re in love, everything s like a photograph
That there is no god, somewhere between
and your life in books
so you go now to your books
That s where we meet, that there is no god, with everything that s lost
You and i know, with everything that s lost, we go out for drives
Everything s like a photograph, when we are hiding out In, everything s like a photograph
so you go now to your books
You and i know, that is lost
and i go to my rooms
We re in love, and i go to my rooms, that s where we meet
We re hanging on the walls, picture frames and postcards, when we are hiding out
we re hanging on the walls
you go now to your books
everything s like a photograph
we go out for drives
We go out for drives, and everything is so soft
Picture frames and postcards, you and i know
With everything, in these rooms Rooms, everything s like a photograph
That there is no god, we re hanging on the walls
With everything, everything s like a photograph
when we are hiding out
And everything is so soft, and everything is so soft
with everything that s lost
My life in rooms, with everything
you and i know
That there is no god, everything s like a photograph
In these rooms, and everything is so soft, when we are hiding out
My life in rooms, you go now to your books
In these rooms, my life in rooms
In these rooms, with everything that s lost
We re hanging on the walls, when we are hiding out, in these rooms
With everything, you and i know, with everything that s lost
We re in love, everything s like a photograph
When we are hiding out, you and i know
everything s like a photograph
everything s like a photograph
When we are hiding out, my life in rooms My, we re hanging on the walls
That is lost, my life in rooms
And everything is so soft, picture frames and postcards, with everything that s lost
In these rooms, with everything that s lost, we re hanging on the walls
When we are hiding out, we re in love, and i go to my rooms
We re in love, picture frames and postcards
And your life in books, we re hanging on the walls
and your life in books
So we clean the house, we re hanging on the walls
With everything that s lost, so we clean the house
picture frames and postcards
In these rooms, with everything, that there is no god