Hotel Room 40
I'm walking in the rain
Talking to myself
In a town,
Part of a city
It's easy when you laugh at your self
Red wine is your best friend
He doesn't tell you lies
My head is spinning with lies of yesterday
Plans made, broken promises, vagabond dreams
I'm walking in the rain
Talking to myself
The shadows of the trees
Pass me by, they ask me questions
I can't give them answers
I light a cigarette, it sizzles with the wet
Alcohol is your best friend
Red wine taste good on my lips
Reminds me of the good days
Maybe I'll end up in a hotel
Room number 40
White walls, white towels
Staring at the ceiling.
B...
Copywriter UK 2006
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