Marc Almond The Room Below
I keep old feelings locked In the room below Soft kisses Stained wine glasses And outside the snow Broken windows Wilted flowers And we stayed happy there for hours Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya She sings my sad then happy heart How I loved any kind of love And you the love of art I painted walls flamenco orange You painted me in greys and charcoals We stayed together, braved the winter I was happy, but then I had you Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya She sings my sad then happy heart How I loved any kind of love And you the love of art Sometimes the ceiling would collapse The upstairs sink leaked down our walls We never washed the cups or dishes Well love can keep you very busy Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya She sings my sad then happy heart How I loved any kind of love And you the love of art
