Sleeping In the Next Room

You're sleeping in the next room The moon's a hollow shell No one here to talk to I'm talking to myself I'm afraid to tell you I'm not who I was You're sleeping in the next room I'm falling out of love I'm falling out of love Yellow tile in the little kitchen When we moved in, moved in Barely room there for my queen bed Didn't notice the canyon yawning in between us Now you're Sleeping in the next room The moon's a hollow shell No one here to talk to I'm talking to myself I'm afraid to tell you I'm not who I was You're sleeping in the next room I'm falling out of love I'm falling out of love Wrung my white dress, hung it out to dry On the clothesline, clothesline But the frost crept in, froze it solid Til it fell and shattered into pieces overnight And now you're Sleeping in the next room The moon's a hollow shell No one here to talk to I'm talking to myself I'm afraid to tell you I'm not who I was You're sleeping in the next room I'm falling out of love I'm falling out of love Falling out of love