Hotel Songtext
von The Blakes

Woke up in a hotel, it was a Sunday afternoon
Can′t remember what I did last night or the things I said to you
Mirror broke when I hit it with a blade
I was doing what I shouldn't do
Put it back in a picture frame and I glued it back as good as new

From the first time that I called your number
You always leave me hanging on the line
Wish that I could forget your face, girl
Wish that I could go back in time

Called you from a payphone, I found your number on the wall
I heard the voice of an old man in the background of the call
I could hear the sound of static and I knew you were on the line
Operator said to finish the call you gotta put in another dime


From the first time that I called your number
You always leave me hanging on the line
Wish that I could forget your face, girl
Wish that I could go back in time

Woke up in a hotel, it was a Sunday afternoon
Can′t remember what I did last night or the things I said to you
Put it all in a black suitcase and leave it lying by the door
Fill me up with a golden arm so I never can feel no more

From the first time that I called your number
You always leave me hanging on the line
Wish that I could forget your face, girl
Wish that I could go back in time
From the first time that I called your number
You always leave me hanging on the line
Wish that I could forget your face, girl
Wish that I could go back in time