Sangtekst: July For Kings. Girlfriend.
Room 421, an airport hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But it's too soon to tell
If I'll fly out tomorrow
If I'll see her tomorrow
I hope that I will
No place like alone
And no sound like my own voice
Fading into
The quiet December night
But I'm doing all right
I'll make a phone call or two
Could I get some room service please?
Send the maid in to see if I'm still alive
At a quarter 'til five
If I'm still right here
Debating a year
Serenading the mirror
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine?
Bring me a future just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window but leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Miles from my own bed, further from content
I guess I should get used to this
Still rain on the runway but I'm doing okay
I've got cigarettes to kiss
Could I get some room service please?
I'm down on my knees, I'm only here for tonight
'Cause they fucked up my flight
Serenading the wall
And I thought I would call you
To ask for it all, for it all, for it all
Remember to bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Dial seven for a savior, soul keeping please
Could you put me through to Jesus
I'll pay your long distance fees
He said, "Hello and God bless you
There's a bible in the drawer"
"That?s wonderful Sir, but I don't read it anymore
I don't read it any more"
Just, just bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future, just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Soul
Could you bring me a smile?
Bring me a smile
Could you put me through to Jesus?
Room 421
Of a Cleveland hotel
I know I should be sleeping
But it's too soon to tell
If I'll fly out tomorrow
If I'll see her tomorrow
I hope that I will
No place like alone
And no sound like my own voice
Fading into
The quiet December night
But I'm doing all right
I'll make a phone call or two
Could I get some room service please?
Send the maid in to see if I'm still alive
At a quarter 'til five
If I'm still right here
Debating a year
Serenading the mirror
Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine?
Bring me a future just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window but leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Miles from my own bed, further from content
I guess I should get used to this
Still rain on the runway but I'm doing okay
I've got cigarettes to kiss
Could I get some room service please?
I'm down on my knees, I'm only here for tonight
'Cause they fucked up my flight
Serenading the wall
And I thought I would call you
To ask for it all, for it all, for it all
Remember to bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Dial seven for a savior, soul keeping please
Could you put me through to Jesus
I'll pay your long distance fees
He said, "Hello and God bless you
There's a bible in the drawer"
"That?s wonderful Sir, but I don't read it anymore
I don't read it any more"
Just, just bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future, just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Bring me my girlfriend
And a bottle of wine
Bring me a future
Just make sure it's mine
Will you open the window
But leave out the cold?
Could you make a phone call to Jesus
To clean up my soul?
Soul
Could you bring me a smile?
Bring me a smile
Could you put me through to Jesus?
Room 421
Of a Cleveland hotel