“On an empty panel floor I lie here For communion just waiting for one more But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon What am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do?”— The Hotelier, open.spotify.com
“But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon In a language ripe for my listening? When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes The refracted light keeps glistening”— The Hotelier, open.spotify.com