All Of The Rooms That We Filled With Our Love Lyrics

She was a beauty, a little bit quaint

Bohemian dreams and a poet's ink-stains

I was annoyed, I was reading my book

Hiding away in the library, but

She interrupted and never looked back

I was embarrassed and now we both laugh

Thinking about those Jr. High days

When we were young, setting hallways ablaze

Glory me, don't these years float on by?

Glory me, my love

Glory me, don't these years float on by?

Glory me, my love

My love

My love

I wrote you songs that still make me cringe

But you fell asleep to them up in your room

Thinking about all the babies we'd have

And all of the rooms that we'd fill with our love

Glory me, don't these years float on by?

Glory me, my love

Glory me, don't these years float on by?

Glory me, my love

My love

My love

Now I'll write you songs while I'm watching you cook

And later we'll dance to them up in our room

Singing about all the babies we made

And all of the rooms that we filled with our love