Hotel Hobbies lyrics

Artist  : Marillion 
Song : Hotel Hobbies



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 (derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete
trewavas, ian mosley)

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