Woman (reading) Lyrics - Rooms Of The House - La Dispute

You in the living room 

You on a Tuesday afternoon 

A breeze seen when the curtains move 

You by the window with both feet up on the couch 

Where you sit and you read and I watch you 

From the office the sunlight frames your silhouette 

I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes 

I idly write down observations on the scene 

Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone? 

Do we name them on our own? 

We hardly live in there 

You with a book propped on your knees 

A breeze seen in your coffee steam 

I'm in the office thinking back to rules of poetry 

It's fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean? 

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You in the living room 

Legs bent at forty-five degrees 

I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme 

I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best 

What would I name this could I paint it "Woman (reading)?" "Girl (at rest)?" 

I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight, turning the page, I can see it all there 

Inside a living room where only I live and never go in 

A role in name alone 

And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name 

Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places 

Do those moments replay for you? 

When I'm suddenly there and then won't go away 

When you're sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon 

Do you put your book down look and try to find me there? 

Sometimes I think of all the people who lived here before us 

How the spaces in the memories you make change the room from just blueprints 

To the place where you live 

Photos 

When you leave here 

When you go from a home 

You take all that you own but the memories echo 

On hardwood floor in the living room 

Tore the carpet the scratches below that we found 

And the wine stain on the couch 

We got drunk and decided we'd still try to move it around 

And I can't tell what the difference is between the ones that we made and the ones that we didn't make 

They all conjure images still 

Where you sit and you read in the sunlight aware that I watch 

And I live alone now 

Save for the echoes 

I live alone now 

Save for the echoes