Five Lonely Voices by Lizzy Hardingham

 

Here in my hotel room doing my upmost to cry

Praying for tears to fall

How could I have known then burdened by best western fatigue

That the sweetest release was in your call

 

And old number seven was just like heaven to me

 

Five lonely voices echoing on only kitchen tiles

Alone on a hill for now

Finally they gathered they sang what we needed to hear

But we didn’t know somehow

 

And old number seven was just like heaven to me

 

Voices fall on timbered walls and hold on tight

The sermon swells how could you tell tonight

 

But old number seven was just like heaven to me