Nowhere

Should I get a piano, should I get a new phone?

Should I try to get you alone for a minute or two

Before the guests arrive?

You make me feel more alive, less dead

Like there's energy in my head

Like there's somebody in my bed

And it's you, and the room is yours too

Nowhere to go, nothing to do

Except lie here with you

Nowhere, nothing

Nowhere, nothing

Nowhere to go, nothing to do

Except lie here with you

Nowhere, nothing

No one but you

Should we move this chair into the middle of the room?

Should we paint the walls white or Los Angeles blue?

Should we leave the door ever so slightly askew

For the light, for the breeze, for the cat to come through

Nowhere to go, nothing to do

Except lie here with you

Nowhere, nothing

Nowhere, nothing

Nowhere to go, nothing to do

Except lie here with you

Nowhere, nothing

No one but you

On top of the wardrobe there's a basket of sheets

And a sphere that's a mirror that you found on the street

And a perfume bottle and a couple of keys

Should I turn on the lamp, should I cover it with a shirt

Should I put on a record, maybe Big Star's "Third"

Or some ESG? You just say the word

I'm alright with whatever, just say the word

Nowhere, nothing

Nowhere

Nowhere, nothing