Fury In The Slaughterhouse. In Your Room. Zeneszám

In your room, there's a bed in the corner
In your room, there's a view over the town
In your room, your typewriter's telling stories
In your room, there are you waiting for me

When I look into your eyes
I look into a mirror
When I look into your eyes
I can see myself

Kings and queens
They have lost their heads
But I, I've lost my heart
In your room

I'd like to crawl into you
Come cover me with love
I'd like to crawl into you
Come cover me with love
Till we've had enough
And we never get enough

There are worlds beneath the world
And they are covered under blankets
In your room, in your room