Hotel Hobbies Lyrics

Hotel Hobbies lyrics

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors

Bell boys checking out the
hookers in the bar

Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of
cocaine on the mirror

The short straw took it's bow



The tell
tale tocking of the last cigarette

Marking time in the packet as the
whisky sweat

Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed

And a
familiar craving is crawling in his head



And the only sign of life
is the ticking of the pen

Introducing characters to memories like old
friends

Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines

A fever
of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour

Do you cry in happy
hour, do you hide in happy hour,

The pilgrimage to happy hour



New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye

Jostling for attention as
the sunlight flares

Through a curtains tear, shuffling it's beams

As
if in nervous anticipation of another day