In Quiet Rooms

Restless angels scale the walls upstaging Mr. Fields
while Rodger and his concubine drink whiskey from their heels
Silent suntanned Stan he's got a basketball degree
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry
Laughing in the bedroom like a trooper to the last
and she's looking to the future while she's living in the past
Drinks a bowl of courage and she fights the urge to flee
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry
Living on a bed of glass blown by the queen of beads
and she tells me all of my problems while she satisfies my needs
Solemn and inspired I fall down and feel so free
In quiet rooms, young girls
In quiet rooms, young girls
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry