Dm Am/D
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Dm
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Dm Am/D
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
Dm Dm
The short straw takes its bow
Am/D Dm
Dm Am/D
The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the
Dm Dm Am/D
whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
Dm D
And a familiar craving is crawling through his head
G/D C/D A/D G/D
D G/D
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
C/D
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
A/D
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
G/D D
In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
G/D C/D A/D G/D
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour
Em Bm D
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Asus4 C5
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
C
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
C5 Bm7
As if in nervous anticipation of another day
