Martin Courtney - Living Rooms

When did this ritual become so hard
This is all too much
It's hard to think when every thought is scarred
And tender to the touch

This kind of thing it makes me nervous
It feels so dumb to sing
Why in the world would I preserve this feeling

In empty living rooms
I used to sit and think of you
I'd write a song or two
And pass the fleeing hours

~~~♫♫♫~~~
In empty living rooms
I used to sit and think of you
I'd write a song or two
And pass the fleeing hours

~~~♫♫♫~~~
I'm in the basement where the ground is hard
Trying to stay in my head
My hands aren't warm enough to play guitar
The kids are all in bed

I hope you're good tonight where you are
I hope you get some sleep
From time to time I hope you think of me

In empty living rooms
I used to sit and think of you
I'd write a song or two
And pass the fleeing hours

In empty living rooms
I used to sit and think of you
I'd write a song or two
And pass the fleeing hours