Hotel Room

Once in the sky, in an envelope
Well, the TV's hanging from the window on a rope
I didn't mean to say, what I said that time
It's an angry line

Step up boy, the train it's leaving now
In a hotel room in a match box
Step up boy, the train it's leaving now
Well, you left me with this floating feeling

Well, I'm stealing
Through the rushes
You're so gentle
When you're sober

Well, I sleep, on an elevator
And there neon boys in the cigarette machine
You didn't mean to say
What you said that time, it's an angry line

In enemy's on, creeping out
Dynamo are sleeping
Watch the tired windows
As this room gets smaller, smaller every day

Step up boy, the train it's leaving now
In a hotel room in a match box
Step up boy, the train it's leaving now
Well, you left me with this floating feeling