Cheap Hotels II
Frank Hops
Frosted glass, will I grow old or will I be buried in the snow?
The shiver down my spine are where the rusted nails reside
I close my eyes and shut the blinds
Don't let the light in
Don't let the light in
Don't let the light in
I sit alone, sullen and awake
I watched the sun, she hid away from me
I wanted to take my last breath today
The blinds are shut
The sun is gone
The stars are red with your name
Goodbye my love
Goodnight to you
I'll see you now
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
Where will I go?
