Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Drapes of torn up curtains, miserable neon lights
And nothing left to prove yourself you do exist
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Motionless and warm drapes in endless nights
Bedsheets marked with all the screams and smells of fleeting time
Asian bedrooms, leave back to them, night or day
Musty walls, velvet skins
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Motionless and warm drapes in endless nights
Bedsheets marked with all the screams and smells of fleeting time
Draperies of curtains drawn across closed windows
Resting bodies reflected in the mirrors on the walls
Clanking of the keys of locks on iron barred doors
And corridors lit night and day like in hell
Like in hell, but what's your choice, go back there despite all
Musty walls, where they say they love you
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Useless and sad memories of those long nights
And bite in the sheets of the Asian bedrooms
As you bite into a fruit
Asian bedrooms, leave back to them one day or the other
And take with you someone else's skin