Room With a View

A room with a view of the bins
And the garage forecourt
A light, switch turned on, bulb has gone
I know my stay here is too short to whine
And complain, all the same
I feel unsettled enough to eye
The great red stain on the wall
By the bed where I must spend the night
Thank God it’s only one
Oh yeah, another night alone
Oh yeah, what a life to choose
Oh yeah, another miniature
Oh yeah, a bedroom full of clues
Oh yeah, and I know I won’t sleep tonight
The bathroom door lock has been unscrewed
Someone did not wanna be kept out
A pink bottom lip grims my cup
The inside still smells like spirit
Now, if they were real, simply here
Then this could be a crime scene, yeah
In the bed table drawer a page is folded
In the Gideon at Titus 2: 14
Oh yeah, another night alone
Oh yeah, what a life to choose
Oh yeah, another miniature
Oh yeah, a bedroom full of clues
Oh yeah, and I know I won’t sleep tonight
Oh yeah.
Another night alone
Oh, what a life to choose
Another miniature