Room Service
SILVIA MACHETE, ALBERTO CONTINENTINO
Cigarette Holes on the bed sheet
Broken switch
I'm the only one ON
neon sign
You crossed my mind
Just like before
On the second floor
Junkies want always more
I can't wait
I'm a junkie
You're my bait
Can't play
This role
No more
Gets old
Just lying
For the sake of miracles
No need for room service
No need for elevators
I'll take the stairs
I smell the time
When we were greater