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Barzin - My Life in Rooms



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