Hotel Drawer Conversations

There's a hotel Bible in the drawer (yeah) And your old number's

calling me once more But the new owner name-drops a place They

never went, a phantom space

On a rooftop with one working speaker

We watch the signal getting weaker

I ordered dinner through a screen

To a lobby painted modern green

My app map is still spinning round

A gig-economy ghost in this town

And the driver's waiting in the cold

For a story that was never told

There's a hotel Bible in the drawer

(yeah) And your old number's calling me once more

But the new owner name-drops a place

They never went, a phantom space

On a rooftop with one working speaker

We watch the signal

getting weaker

No direct route, just a blue dot in a maze

Chasing ghost signals through the digital haze

(lost in the map)

There's a hotel Bible in the drawer

And your old number's calling me once more

But the new owner name-drops a place They never went,

a phantom space (phantom space!)