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…