| Nothing But A Room
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
The room now is nothing but a room
With the furnishings, the linen and the rest.
Which or what of it belonged to who or is it whom?
These points are academic now at best.
The room now is nothing but a room
And we ourselves are what we were before,
No matter who was part of who or is it whom:
Exactly that, no less and nothing more.
The landlord's wife who used to bring us tea
And tipped a mighty wink to make it plain
We weren't alone in thinking life was free:
Well, she's herself again.
The room now is nothing but a room
And furnished rooms must all go rooming on.
So who cares what of it belonged to who or is it whom?
It's all there except out love is gone.
Just as it was, except our love is gone.
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