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 were 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