This room is getting smaller
The walls are closing in
And I
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
There
What
There
What
My friends think I
My whole life away
But I
I
And cry myself to sleep
At least I won
But I still have that painting
We bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored
And now I own
There
What
There
What
Some folks say it
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
There
What
there
What