Hotel Drawer Groove

There's a hotel book in the bedside drawer And a shadow dancing

on the parquet floor You name-drop Paris like you know the streets

By a sink of dirty dishes that we left last week

Under the glowing glass we hide

Caught in a pixelated ride (ooh-ooh) We make up stories to survive

Keep the retro game alive

CRT hum in the living room

Screen reflecting your perfume

You say you've sailed the silver coast While scrubbing plates like a

quiet ghost

All these places that we never saw

Just illusions on the kitchen wall (yeah)

Under the glowing glass we hide Caught in a pixelated ride (ooh-ooh)

We make up stories to survive Keep the retro game alive

(retro game over...)