In a long white room with no beginning and no end
With no calendars or clocks, we have time to spend
So, we grow tomorrow's flowers in yesterday's pots
We age just a little 'cause we touch a lot
And maybe we're married, and maybe we're not
But we're there
In a long white room

In a long white room that maybe might have been a loft
But the talking's always hard, but the breathing's always soft
We will tuck each other in, and dream about trains
You'll call me "Beauty," and I'll call you "Brains"
But no one's comparing, so nobody complains
Being there
In a long white room

In a long white room, a room that no one ever finds
We will bring each other books, but we'll read each other's minds
And we'll do what must be done, and share what must be shared
We'll hide what must be hidden and air what can be aired
We aren't that sure, but we aren't that scared
We will grow
In a long white room

In a long white room
In a long white room