كلمات Foreign Room

In a foreign room With the lights down low In the belly noise Of a city In the water deep Where the sun won’t go In your shaking hands In the faded soul Of a Sunday night In the way you love Everybody When they all go home And the TV’s on In a foreign room There’s a question Is your all enough? Is your all enough? Is your all enough? Is your all enough? I take a piece of you And a piece of me I put em in a mold Make a figurine Cover it up with steel So it never bleeds One little piece of you Is enough for me In the way we stare When we brush our teeth Our position On the carpet When they all go home And the TV’s off There’s a bright future In the darkness Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that enough?