The night is young At the Dazzler I spiked my own drink Took myself to bed Alone I pondered the cheap thrills of hotels The miniatures The endless throw away towels One from my hair One from my foot Another for my other foot My face, my neck, my spilt beverages
Drunk in my hotel room I look perfect I look like I'm 24 before I caught your coldness God I'm gorgeous I keep begging for late checkouts Let me stay here Let me live here In room 232 till I expire I can shower for hours Leave the lights on I'm not paying those bills
The neighbours are quiet No one is back yet I think about the falsity of hotel sex Expensive bed sheets And the orange glowing filaments The way you used to say you love me In the heat of it Holiday feeling When it wasn't over too quick
Yeah I throw the TV out the window And I'll paint the whole room of gold I'll make potions with the minibar Yeah I feel unbalanced Put my feet on the walls Trying to reach you all night I'm not paying for calls
Oh This is heaven Alone
Yeah This is living AloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
