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...