Hotel Ukraina

Last night I lay awake 'till 3
Staring at the walls
Of Hotel Ukraina
And Late Night BBC
Alone in every way
No heroes, no parades
No flowers in the streets
Or morphine in my tea

Blue smoke drifts through morning haze
So many shades of grey
As Moscow slowly wakes
To another winter’s day
A girl with silver teeth
And eyes like falling rain
Brought breakfast up to me
In Hotel Ukraina