Room 1210 - Van Der Graaf Generator

He kept to his own company last night

Lay upon the bed

Drapes and blinds shut tight

He booked the wake up call

His cases were all packed up by the door

All ready for it, then:

Goodbye Room 1210

He’s taken a view

And squandered a few moments here

But no time’s wasted when

He’s in Room 1210

Away from all the brutal noise outside

He paces out the waiting time

Delaying at the threshold of the door

He’s never going back to the party

A black and white film

Dubbed in a language

He can’t understand’s

Been on the TV awhile

The night rush below

The sirens outside come and go —

No-one can touch him when

He’s in Room 1210

Time and event disappear

But every wall has ears

And the stories accrue

Dimly, he notes spinning gears

He’s one among the ghosts

Whose lives have been spent in

Room 1210

A place of safety all his own

Now he’s not ever going home

Behind the door

There’s just one favour, he implores:

Do not disturb him

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