Purple Room Lyrics

Dim lights on Saturday nights

Stained shirts with red lipsticks

Lighters sparks and the sticks lit

Its locked lips and a rising stick

In the purple room

In a thing they never believed in

They found solace in believing

Like atheists at the altar

Redacting thoughts that were altered

In the purple room

It was they versus them

In genial chaos and mayhem

Fighting it out on soft feel of latex

Interspersed with the occasional "uh yes"

In the purple room

Muffled moans in a fight to last long

Purple rug on which they laid on

Feeling the feet, as they did the ride on

It feels better even with the lights on

In the purple room

In the middle of December

Not minding what the circle read on the calendar

Nasal receptors trying not to forget the sweet smell of lavender

Bodies colliding in passionate thrusts to be remembered

In the purple room...