Should I get a piano? Should I get a new phone?
Should I try to get you alone for a minute or two
Before the guests arrive?
You make me feel more alive, less dead
Like there's energy in my head
Like there's somebody in my bed
And it's you, and the room is yours too
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Except lie here with you
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Except lie here with you
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
No one but you
Should we move this chair into the middle of the room?
Should we paint the walls white or Los Angeles blue?
Should we leave the door ever so slightly askew
For the light, for the breeze, for the cat to come through?
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Except lie here with you
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Except lie here with you
Nowhere (nowhere), nothing (nothing)
No one but you
On top of the wardrobe there's a basket of sheets
And a sphere that's a mirror that you found on the street
And a perfume bottle and a couple of keys
Should I turn on the lamp? Should I cover it with a shirt?
Should I put on a record, maybe Big Star's "Third,"
Or some ESG? You just say the word
I'm alright with whatever, just say the word
Nowhere, nothing, nowhere
Nowhere, nothing...
