Paroles: Vanessa Kafka. Better.

It feels cold in the room
Where we sleep in the hotel
Given words for my rest
But I need a little more
Make it up later on
When we get the bill
Yeah by now we've convinced
It's scribbled on the cotton sheets
And I think I'll feel better when it's all out

Turn an empty page
I think your coffee left a stain
It's better now that I got it out
And it's too bad
But by now we're better off this way

You were tired on the day
That you knew that it was done
Kept it all to yourself
Inside your favorite dress

It took time to dig it out
From the backroom
Yeah by now we're convinced
It's ripped into the papered walls
And I think I'll feel better when it's all out

Turn an empty page
I think your coffee left a stain
It's better now that I got it out
And it's too bad
But by now we're better off this way

Make the nights a little longer
It's easier to wash it clean
I think I'll feel better when I get it out
And by now we're better