Tell me a story, you say, Late at night, under the comforter, on a cold summer night. You’re a writer—write me something. Something beautiful. When you are a hotel, I begin, Each night when I check in, I will open up each room, to discover different memories of where we’ve been.
When you are a hotel
When you are a hotel
When you are a hotel
Tell me a story, you say, Late at night, under the comforter, on a cold summer night. You’re a writer—write me something. Something beautiful. When you are a hotel, I begin, Each night when I check in, I will open up each room, to discover different memories of where we’ve been.