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Katie Ellen – Drawing Room lyrics
It's raining, baby
I don't wanna go outside
Take me to a quiet place where I can run and hide
Find me, baby, between past and present tense
In your gallery of chairs, where I can sit and make some sense
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Come on, darling
Don't you like to see the trees?
I know they're out of season
But they make me feel something
Like lightness, baby, or a warmth that can't compare
To the chill that I've feeling during this part of the year
And I know
Can't escape
Indecision
But I could sit
For a while
And admire the precision
Of a Dutch landscape painter
Painting pictures
Of the hillside
In the 18th century where I was wishing I was living
So I wouldn't have to face all of the things I'm trying to ruin
I would float there so freely in the room that's build strictly for entertaining and retreating
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
I don't wanna go outside
Take me to a quiet place where I can run and hide
Find me, baby, between past and present tense
In your gallery of chairs, where I can sit and make some sense
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Come on, darling
Don't you like to see the trees?
I know they're out of season
But they make me feel something
Like lightness, baby, or a warmth that can't compare
To the chill that I've feeling during this part of the year
And I know
Can't escape
Indecision
But I could sit
For a while
And admire the precision
Of a Dutch landscape painter
Painting pictures
Of the hillside
In the 18th century where I was wishing I was living
So I wouldn't have to face all of the things I'm trying to ruin
I would float there so freely in the room that's build strictly for entertaining and retreating
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Take me to the drawing room
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
Where I'll withdraw from everything but you
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