This room is getting smaller
The walls are closing in
And Im so bored with my own conversation
The stairs to our bedroom
Seem so much higher than ever
Especially when you're sleeping alone
But I still have that painting
We bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored
Now I own
Theres no you
Whats the point without you
Theres no you
Whats the point without you
My friends think Im wasting
My whole life away
But Im not the type to cry in my liquor
Ill do my crying in private
And cry myself to sleep
At least I wont cry in public places
But I still have that painting
We bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored
And now I own
Theres no you
Whats the point without you
Theres no you
Whats the point without you
Some folks say its all about survival
And wiping the floor with all your rivals
But you were too bright and oh so full of culture
And I prayed on you like a big old fat vulture
Just circling high above your halo
Theres no you
Whats the point without you
theres no you
What the point without you