In Quiet Rooms

Lyrics

Restless angels scale the walls upstaging Mr. Fields While Rodger and his concubine drink whiskey from their heels Silent, suntanned Stan, he's got a basketball degree In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry Laughing in the bedroom like a trooper to the last And she's looking to the future while she's living in the past Drinks a bowl of courage and she fights the urge to flee In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry Living on a bed of glass blown by the queen of beads And she tells me all of my problems while she satisfies my needs Solemn and inspired I fall down and feel so free In quiet rooms, young girls In quiet rooms, young girls In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry