Foreign Room

In a foreign room

With the lights down low

In the belly noise

Of a city

In the water deep

Where the sun won’t go

In your shaking hands

In the faded soul

Of a Sunday night

In the way you love

Everybody

When they all go home

And the TV’s on

In a foreign room

There’s a question

Is your all enough?

Is your all enough?

Is your all enough?

Is your all enough?

I take a piece of you

And a piece of me

I put em in a mold

Make a figurine

Cover it up with steel

So it never bleeds

One little piece of you

Is enough for me

In the way we stare

When we brush our teeth

Our position

On the carpet

When they all go home

And the TV’s off

There’s a bright future

In the darkness

Isn’t that enough?

Isn’t that enough?