Lyrics

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