February one long day
I'd hardly call it summer when my skins so pale


Two star room well thats 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 !@$( few

Roman pillar houses with a harbour view
I aspire to nothing its 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 its a regular thing

On my hotel radio

February one long day

I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale