The Room we sat in before

Aus einer Berliner Privatsammlung:

Daniel Abbruzzese, The Room we sat in before, Öl auf Leinwand, 2006.

You, you hold out your hand

I draw mine away

I once was in touch

Now I've nothing to say

This time it's for real

We gave now we steal

No tears for I feel

It's much better this way

It's better this way

We can't carry on

As if nothing's happened

As if nothing's wrong

Truth stares in our face

It closes its book

It opens at trust

That's not where we belong

The room we sat in before

Now closes its door

Its trying to say
It can't take any more

The screams crack the walls

The pictures now fall

And who'll be the first to pick the of the floor?

Love, love on the rocks

Now crumbles like chalk

Your friends were once mine

Now they no longer talk

They all say 'hello'

But can't wait to go

We must try to run

We can no longer walk

It's better this way

We can't carry on

As if nothing's happened

As if nothing's wrong

Truth, truth stares in our face

It closes its book

It opens at trust

That's not where we belong."

The Associates, 1982.