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