Fiona Bernadette Harte - At the Hotel

I know it’s late, but I can’t tell
I just ring this shiny bell
And someone comes to me
’Cause lately I’ve been sleeping somewhere new
Somewhere far away from you
And baby, it’s all right

Well, I drove for miles out to sea
For it to rain down over me
So I guess I’m free

I’ll be at the hotel
Making mountains out of molehills and backward counting
I can’t be who you want me to be, but that’s fine with me
I’ll just place my cards close to my chest
And wish you nothing but the best until I come out of my shell
I’ll be at the hotel

Well, I drove for miles out to sea
For it to rain down over me
So I guess now I’m free

I’ll be at the hotel
Making mountains out of molehills and backward counting
I can’t be who you want me to be, but that’s fine with me
I’ll just place my cards close to my chest
And wish you nothing but the best until I come out of my shell
I’ll be at the hotel
If you know me so well

Well, did nobody ever tell you?
Did nobody ever tell you?
That there’s nothing wrong with something new?

Well, did nobody ever tell you?
Did nobody ever tell you?
That there’s nothing wrong with something new?

I’ll be at the hotel
Making mountains out of molehills and backward counting
I can’t be who you want me to be, but that’s fine with me
I’ll just place my cards close to my chest
And wish you nothing but the best until I come out of my shell
I’ll be at the hotel
If you know me so well
Said that’s where I’ll be, if you know me

Written by:
FIONA BERNADETTE HARTE

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