This Room - Roses Gabor

Snow on windows, cold in my hand

Morning dishes wasn’t the plan

But late kisses with you

On a bed of brand new

We’ll forget we were here and in this room

With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon

Making me a melody, you write to

We’ll forget we were here and on this page

With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased

Making me a melody, you write to

Major delays makes the mind run

From one thought what next is to be done

But late kisses with you

On a bed of brand new

We’ll forget we were here and in this room

With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon

Making me a melody, you write to

We’ll forget we were here and on this page

With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased

Making me a melody, you write to

Sing to the blues

Remind me of you

A promise brand new

Making me a melody you write to

We’ll forget we were here and in this room

With a heat on our hands that escaped too soon

Making me a melody, you write to

We’ll forget we were here and on this page

With a heat on our hands that can’t be erased

Making me a melody, you write to