A room with a view of the bins And the garage forecourt A light, switch turned on, bulb has gone I know my stay here is too short to whine And complain, all the same I feel unsettled enough to eye The great red stain on the wall By the bed where I must spend the night Thank God it's only one Oh yeah, another night alone Oh yeah, what a life to choose Oh yeah, another miniature Oh yeah, a bedroom full of clues Oh yeah, and I know I won't sleep tonight The bathroom door lock has been unscrewed Someone did not wanna be kept out A pink bottom lip grims my cup The inside still smells like spirit Now, if they were real, simply here Then this could be a crime scene, yeah In the bed table drawer a page is folded In the Gideon at Titus 2: 14 Oh yeah, another night alone Oh yeah, what a life to choose Oh yeah, another miniature Oh yeah, a bedroom full of clues Oh yeah, and I know I won't sleep tonight Oh yeah. Another night alone Oh, what a life to choose Another miniature