Hotel Radio Lyrics & Chords By David Bridie

February… one long day
I'd hardly call it summer when my skin’s so pale
Two star room well that’s ok
I stay one night then move on to another place
Each place I stay I hear the same wrong done
on my hotel radio
Far away from the bastard few
Roman pillar houses with a harbour view
I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing’
On my hotel radio
Been turning circles love the Bakerlite dial
Been finding stations playing tunes I ain't heard in a while
And I've been making different pictures to the same ol songs
On my hotel radio
February one long day
I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale
I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing
On my hotel radio
February, one long day
I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale