In a Long White Room

In a long white room with
No beginning and no end
With no calendars or clocks
We have time to spend
So, we grow tomorrow's flowers
In yesterday's pots
We age just a little 'cause we touch a lot
And maybe we're married
And maybe we're not but we're there
In a long white room

In a long white room that maybe
Might have been a loft
But the talking's always hard
But the breathing's always soft
We will tuck each other in
And dream about trains
You'll call me "Beauty" and
I'll call you "Brains"
But no one's comparing, so nobody complains
Being there in a long white room

In a long white room
A room that no one ever finds
We will bring each other books
But we'll read each other's minds
And we'll do what must be done
And share what must be shared
We'll hide what must be hidden and
Air what can be aired we aren't that sure
But we aren't that scared we will grow
In a long white room

In a long white room in a long white room