Song Lyrics

Restless angels scale the walls upstaging Mr. Fields
While Rodger and his concubine drink whiskey from their heels
Silent, suntanned Stan, he's got a basketball degree
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry

Laughing in the bedroom like a trooper to the last
And she's looking to the future while she's living in the past
Drinks a bowl of courage and she fights the urge to flee
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry

Living on a bed of glass blown by the queen of beads
And she tells me all of my problems while she satisfies my needs
Solemn and inspired I fall down and feel so free
In quiet rooms, young girls
In quiet rooms, young girls
In quiet rooms, young girls are writing poetry

John Mills Easdale

The duration of In Quiet Rooms is 2:37 minutes and seconds.