It's raining, baby I don't wanna go outside Take me to a quiet place where I can run and hide Find me, baby, between past and present tense In your gallery of chairs, where I can sit and make some sense Take me to the drawing room Where I'll withdraw from everything but you Take me to the drawing room Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Come on, darling Don't you like to see the trees? I know they're out of season But they make me feel something Like lightness, baby, or a warmth that can't compare To the chill that I've feeling during this part of the year
And I know Can't escape Indecision But I could sit For a while And admire the precision Of a Dutch landscape painter Painting pictures Of the hillside In the 18th century where I was wishing I was living So I wouldn't have to face all of the things I'm trying to ruin I would float there so freely in the room that's build strictly for entertaining and retreating
Take me to the drawing room Where I'll withdraw from everything but you Take me to the drawing room Where I'll withdraw from everything but you Where I'll withdraw from everything but youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
