The Room Below

I keep old feelings locked In the room below Soft kisses Stained wine glasses And outside the snow Broken windows Wilted flowers And we stayed happy there for hours Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya She sings my sad then happy heart How I loved any kind of love And you the love of art I painted walls flamenco orange You painted me in greys and charcoals We stayed together, braved the winter I was happy, but then I had you Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya