Marillion - Hotel Hobbies lyrics

(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)<br><br>Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors<br>Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar<br>Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror<br>The short straw took it's bow<br><br>The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette<br>Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat<br>Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed<br>And a familiar craving is crawling in his head<br><br>And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen<br>Introducing characters to memories like old friends<br>Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines<br>A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour<br>Do you cry in happy hour<br>Do you hide in happy hour<br>The pilgrimage to happy hour<br><br>New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye<br>Jostling for attention<br>As the sunlight flares<br>Through a curtains tear<br>Shuffling it's beams as if in nervous anticipation of another day