My Room Is White

My room is white, the walls



And all my appliances all compliances



I live in silence, my windows



Closed to traffic, all that racket



You are the opposite, I could never fit



Into your apartment



Are we going to give up



Or we going to try?



Are we going to give up



Or we going to try to learn what life is?



The tide comes in and we're caught



By the rocks and the wetness never endless



We kiss for the first time, our lips and tongues



Tied in fitness, infiniteness



Then the ocean pulls back somehow



To reveal a crowd of uncertainty



Are we going to live up



To the words we said?



Are we going to live up



To love we made, made, made, made, made?



A house, a garden, a family tree



Fruit aplenty, all varieties



Desire fulfilled, inspired until



The awakening from our daydreaming



Here in reality, what we make believe



We can make happen



Are we going to give up



Are we going to try?



Are we going to live up?



Are we going to die, to die



To die, tonight, tonight?



Are we going to give up?



Are we going to try?



Are we going to give up?



Are we going to try to learn what life is?



To learn what life is