William Crowdis

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In Our Room Copyright 2009 Crowdis/Genge

Words William Crowdis, Lisa Genge
Music: William Crowdis

It's my fault I'm only making coffee for one
It's my big mouth shooting off like a Tommy Gun
Throwing words like a fighter in the ring
But I would take back all that I said
Please pick up the phone
And I don't lame you, what must I do
Please come back home

'Cause I'm
Sitting here alone in our room
Thinking 'bout you here in our room
Wishing you were here,... In our room

I carry the blame as I pace around this room
I will try to mend your open wounds
Shining armor is rusting on the floor
Time to pick up my shield my sword, fight for you
Spent too much time on the front line to see what I'd lose

So now I'm
Sitting here alone in our room
Thinking 'bout you here in our room
Wishing you were here,... In our room

I know you know me better than I know myself
And I know you know I could never be with someone else
I could never be with someone else

It's my fault

So now I'm
Sitting here alone in our room
Thinking 'bout you here in our room
Wishing you were here,... In our room