My Room Is White

My room is white, the walls
 And all my appliances all compliances
 I live in silence, my windows
 Closed to traffic, all that racket
 You are the opposite, I could never fit
 Into your apartment
 Are we going to give up
 Or we going to try?
 Are we going to give up
 Or we going to try to learn what life is?
 The tide comes in and we? re caught
 By the rocks and the wetness never endless
 We kiss for the first time, our lips and tongues
 Tied in fitness, infiniteness
 Then the ocean pulls back somehow
 To reveal a crowd of uncertainty
 Are we going to live up
 To the words we said?
 Are we going to live up
 To love we made, made, made, made, made?
 A house, a garden, a family tree
 Fruit aplenty, all varieties
 Desire fulfilled, inspired until
 The awakening from our daydreaming
 Here in reality, what we make believe
 We can make happen
 Are we going to give up
 Are we going to try?
 Are we going to live up?
 Are we going to die, to die
 To die, tonight, tonight?
 Are we going to give up?
 Are we going to try?
 Are we going to give up?
 Are we going to try to learn what life is?
 To learn what life is