Hotel-Boy
514, no morning's broken
the minibar is always open
she lays her head and waits her dreams
these sheets are clean
these sheets are clean
the TV's flickering red and blue
a voice suggests what she could do
against the signs of getting old
she grabs the remote control
and she tries to tell the nights apart
by the state of the heart and the shape of the moon
a hotel room, is a hotel room
is a hotel room
362, do not disturb
if no one knows, no one gets hurt
he turns off his mobile phone
he's never been this far from home
a stanger's skin and unknown scents
he wonders where his conscience went
the stranger smiles and blows a kiss
wake up call, quarter to six
and he tries to tell the nights apart
by the state of the heart and the shape of the moon
a hotel room, is a hotel room
is a hotel room
yeah they try to tell the nights apart
by the state of the heart and the shape of the moon
a hotel room, it's a hotel room
is a hotel room
hey lad in the corridors
short stories on every floor
checking in and checking out
nothing to write home about
it's just a stop along the way
just a temporary place
for neighbour's neighbours in the dark
wall to wall and worlds apart
101, our lucky number
windows open, wind of summer
my hotel room, is a hotel room
is a hotel room
and I hang my dress up, turn the lights out
it's probably too late to call now
a hotel room, is a hotel room
is a hotel room...