(Latimer)Hotel rooms, sleep eludes meIn this strange life I leadOccasional friends, likewise loversNever wanting what I needIf you could beHere close to meI know – loveWe were meant for each otherWe will love one anotherAnd it won’t really matter at allWho we areWake-up calls in the morningThe empty night fades awayYou’re still there, I’m still fakingWords I always meant to sayAndrew Latimer Guitars, Flute, Lead Vocals, AutoharpJan Schelhaas Grand PianoKit Watkins Mini Moog, SolinaColin Bass Bass, Backing VocalsAndy Ward Drums