In the world of this room kingdoms arise From the shadow of doubt by the light of your eyes. We topple and fall Like the head of a groom at the end of his reign In the world of this room The seasons unfold Their maps in the sand, but all fortune's told In your opening hand. There's storm at the door as cold as the tomb, But stars in the dark Of the world of this room The railroading sun Is rolling in debt- sending his best, His regards and regrets; the desert relenting A feverish bloom: The weather of love In the world of this room Oh, the way that I love you nobody knows It's sewn in the silk That's lining my clothes; like terms of surrender, your keys and my spoon And all of the hope In the world of this room