Hotel Radio

February… one long day

I'd hardly call it summer when my skin’s so pale

Two star room well that’s ok

I stay one night then move on to another place

Each place I stay I hear the same wrong done

on my hotel radio

Far away from the bastard few

Roman pillar houses with a harbour view

I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing’

On my hotel radio

Been turning circles love the Bakerlite dial

Been finding stations playing tunes I ain't heard in a while

And I've been making different pictures to the same ol songs

On my hotel radio

February one long day

I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale

I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing

On my hotel radio

February, one long day

I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale