Sleeping In the Next Room

You're sleeping in the next room
The moon's a hollow shell
No one here to talk to
I'm talking to myself
I'm afraid to tell you
I'm not who I was
You're sleeping in the next room
I'm falling out of love
I'm falling out of love

Yellow tile in the little kitchen
When we moved in, moved in
Barely room there for my queen bed
Didn't notice the canyon yawning in between us
Now you're

Sleeping in the next room
The moon's a hollow shell
No one here to talk to
I'm talking to myself
I'm afraid to tell you
I'm not who I was
You're sleeping in the next room
I'm falling out of love
I'm falling out of love

Wrung my white dress, hung it out to dry
On the clothesline, clothesline
But the frost crept in, froze it solid
Til it fell and shattered into pieces overnight
And now you're

Sleeping in the next room
The moon's a hollow shell
No one here to talk to
I'm talking to myself
I'm afraid to tell you
I'm not who I was
You're sleeping in the next room
I'm falling out of love
I'm falling out of love

Falling out of love



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Richman, Lizzie No
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