This room is getting smaller The walls are closing in And I’m so bored with my own conversation The stairs to our bedroom Seem so much higher than ever Especially when you're sleeping alone But I still have that painting We bought in Rome The one I hated and you adored Now I own There’s no you What’s the point without you There’s no you What’s the point without you My friends think I’m wasting My whole life away But I’m not the type to cry in my liquor I’ll do my crying in private And cry myself to sleep At least I won’t cry in public places But I still have that painting We bought in Rome The one I hated and you adored And now I own There’s no you What’s the point without you There’s no you What’s the point without you Some folks say it’s all about survival And wiping the floor with all your rivals But you were too bright and oh so full of culture And I prayed on you like a big old fat vulture Just circling high above your halo There’s no you What’s the point without you There’s no you What’ the point without you