There's the same hotel, and we can go there now We can go there now if you want to Through the doors of that rented room Yeah, we stumbled through It was only hours It seemed such a short while We had no time to cry Or sit and wonder why We had so many things started to say We had to get through We tried the cinema Within half an hour We had to go find someplace else Some more... you know We tried a drinking bar It gets so very hard And when the cab ride ahead seems too long We go fuck in the bathroom We can't afford the time to sit and cry Or to wonder why We've got so many things started to say We have to get through Through the doors of that rented room Yeah, we stumbled through We had so many things started to say We had to get through We can't afford the time to sit and cry Or to wonder why We got so many things started to say We have to get through We haven't got the time for telling lies Or to even try There's only days in between There's just tomorrow Through the doors of that rented room Yeah, we stumbled through It was only hours - it seemed such a short while In those pillows all the feathers that hold all our dreams Whispered at the scene Now they just seem to float on a breeze I could have wrapped that pillow around my head Face down on the bed I could have drowned in those so-called dreams We can't afford the time to sit and cry Or to wonder why There's only days in between There's just tomorrow
Compositores: David Leonard Boulter, Alasdair Robert de Villeneuve Macaulay (Alistair Macaulay), Mark Anthony Stephen Colwill, Stuart Ashton Staples, James Richard Hinchliffe (Hinchliffe Dickon James), Neil Timothy Fraser ECAD: Obra #9995123