Testo di Your Room

I try To remember your room There were three doors Leading to bathroom, closet, living-room And there were two windows With their blinds always drawn To keep out other people's eyes And the harsh summer sunlight As you sat on your downy white bed I try To remember your room Cinderblock bookshelves laden with Pretty picturebooks to look at As I sat on your downy white bed Learning about people, times and places I'd probably never know I try To remember your room Three big drawings on thick white paper That would billow with the summer breeze Over our heads As we sat On your downy white bed Looking at children's drawings, convict watercolors And eventually The three paintings that I made thee I try To remember your room