Rooms that we have lived in, the things that they have seen. Rooms that you've 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 breakup, 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? Words remain unspoken, thoughts cannot be heard. Love's just a token, without some spoken word. When you're 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? Rooms that you will live in, not a part of me. 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.