- cifra
In hotelroom six eleven
In hotelroom six eleven
Had myself believing what I'd say
Wouldn't give my secret away
In hotelroom six eleven
Never been that south of heaven
You'd convinced me that I was the one
But now my moment in your sun
Was over and gone
I saw it clearly
In the lines that made your face
A face that told me
My heart beat out of pace
Had myself believing what I'd say
Wouldn't give my secret away
But you'd convinced me that I was the one
And now my moment in your sun
Is gone
