Charles Aznavour — In Your Room

In your room there are airs from the words that you speak And the breath of a rose for the blush of your cheek We're adrift, we're afloat, on snowy clouds of satin That carry us to heaven, safe in each other's arms In your room there is, there is, there is, there is In your room there is, there is infinity In your room there is love, born in you, torn from me We are one silhouette and my senses reveal Fingers drawn from the touch of a softness I feel And my head's in a spin from love's intoxication For this is our creation, the miracle of love In your room there is, there is, there is, there is In your room there is, there is infinity In your room there is love, born in you, torn from me There is infinity In your room, there is love Born in you, torn from me