Jim Carroll
Rooms
By jim carroll and steve linsleyYou're passing,I hear your shadow through the doorIt's outlined on my shadeLike a map of some foreign shoreIf I could keep that shadow,I could live forever in theseRooms, the rooms inside my dreams . . .And dreams have kept me in these roomsI've never seen her faceBut I've memorized each sound . . .The way the wind m eets graceWhen it's shadows pull her gownBut I could never hear the whispers,Voices cannot reach my roomI live inside my dreams, and dreamsHave locked me in these roomsI have no sense of time,Or even night and day. I left my bodySomewhere, somehow itJust got in the wayI guess I always knewThese rooms would all lead back to you
From Letras Mania