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 words remain unspoken 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 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 