Radio Warszawa - Rooms Without a View the Ride

Still
It comes slow with an empty role
A play
Think i saw you in there somehow
Just get me out of these wilful dreams
I'm tired of playing this
In rooms without a view we crawl
Along with this wistful cold

Written by:
Paolo Santamarianova

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