In Your Room Lyrics - Zeraphine

In your room 

Where time stands still 

Or moves at your will 

Will you let the morning come soon 

Or will you leave me lying here 

In your favourite darkness 

Your favourite half-light 

Your favourite consciousness 

Your favourite slave 

In your room 

Where souls disappear 

Only you exist here 

Will you lead me to your armchair 

Or leave me lying here 

Your favourite innocence 

Your favourite prize 

Your favourite smile 

Your favourite slave 

I'm hanging on your words 

living on your breath 

feeling with your skin 

Will I always be here 

In your room 

Your burning eyes 

Cause flames to arise 

Will you let the fire die down soon 

Or will I always be here 

Your favourite passion 

Your favourite game 

Your favourite mirror 

Your favourite slave