Interpret:

Mamas & the Papas, The

Album:

The Papas And The Mamas

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're gone, there's 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're gone, there's a drought of love; 
Empty rooms without your love. 
Why can't we seem to get it on? 
(Why can't we seem to get it on) 


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


When you're gone, there's a drought of love; 
Empty rooms without your love. 
Why can't we seem to get it on? 
(Why can't we seem to get it on) 


Rooms that you will live in 
Not a part of me. 
(They'll never see...) 
Rooms that you'll make love in; 
Rooms I've never seen. 
When you're gone, there's a drought of love... 
When you're gone, there's a drought of love...