Brian Suavé - All Of The Rooms That We Filled With Our Love lyrics
[Brian Suavé - All Of The Rooms That We Filled With Our Love lyrics]
She was a beauty, a little bit quaint
Bohemian dreams and a poet's ink-stains
I was annoyed, I was reading my book
Hiding away in the library, but
She interrupted and never looked back
I was embarrassed, and now we both laugh
Thinking about those Jr high days
When we were young, setting hallways ablaze
Glory me, don’t these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
I wrote you songs that still make me cringe
But, you fell asleep to thеm up in your room
Thinking about all the babies we'd havе
And all of the rooms that
We’d fill with our love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Now I'll write you songs while
I'm watching you cook
And later we'll dance to them up in our room
Singing about all the babies we made
And all of the rooms that
We filled with our love
Bohemian dreams and a poet's ink-stains
I was annoyed, I was reading my book
Hiding away in the library, but
She interrupted and never looked back
I was embarrassed, and now we both laugh
Thinking about those Jr high days
When we were young, setting hallways ablaze
Glory me, don’t these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
I wrote you songs that still make me cringe
But, you fell asleep to thеm up in your room
Thinking about all the babies we'd havе
And all of the rooms that
We’d fill with our love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Glory me, don't these years float on by?
Glory me, my love
Now I'll write you songs while
I'm watching you cook
And later we'll dance to them up in our room
Singing about all the babies we made
And all of the rooms that
We filled with our love