Nowhere

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...