Hotel Hobbies (Live At Wembley Arena 05/11/87)
๐ต 926 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:07 duration
๐ ID: 15989069
๐ Lyrics
Feel so
Is of a cutting of Straws album
And it's entitled, "Hotel Hobbies"
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 its bow
The tell-tale toking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is a-crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Deducing 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
Enjoy the happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour?
This pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention
With the sunlight flares through a curtain's tear
Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation
Of another day
Is of a cutting of Straws album
And it's entitled, "Hotel Hobbies"
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 its bow
The tell-tale toking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is a-crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Deducing 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
Enjoy the happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour?
This pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention
With the sunlight flares through a curtain's tear
Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation
Of another day
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.42] Feel so
[00:02.01] Is of a cutting of Straws album
[00:05.11] And it's entitled, "Hotel Hobbies"
[00:07.24]
[01:16.64] Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
[01:21.16] Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
[01:25.72] Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
[01:34.12] The short straw took its bow
[01:44.93] The tell-tale toking of the last cigarette
[01:49.31] Marking time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
[01:53.87] Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed
[01:58.92] And a familiar craving is a-crawling in his head
[02:04.11]
[02:19.64] And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
[02:24.13] Deducing characters to memories like old friends
[02:28.08] Frantic as a cardiograph, scratching out the lines
[02:32.05] A fever of confession, a catalogue of crime in happy hour
[02:39.49] Enjoy the happy hour
[02:43.54] Do you cry in happy hour?
[02:47.29] This pilgrimage to happy hour
[02:50.71]
[03:44.17] New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
[03:49.58] Jostling for attention
[03:52.88] With the sunlight flares through a curtain's tear
[03:57.90] Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation
[04:04.43] Of another day
[04:05.78]
[00:02.01] Is of a cutting of Straws album
[00:05.11] And it's entitled, "Hotel Hobbies"
[00:07.24]
[01:16.64] Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
[01:21.16] Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
[01:25.72] Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
[01:34.12] The short straw took its bow
[01:44.93] The tell-tale toking of the last cigarette
[01:49.31] Marking time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
[01:53.87] Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed
[01:58.92] And a familiar craving is a-crawling in his head
[02:04.11]
[02:19.64] And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
[02:24.13] Deducing characters to memories like old friends
[02:28.08] Frantic as a cardiograph, scratching out the lines
[02:32.05] A fever of confession, a catalogue of crime in happy hour
[02:39.49] Enjoy the happy hour
[02:43.54] Do you cry in happy hour?
[02:47.29] This pilgrimage to happy hour
[02:50.71]
[03:44.17] New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
[03:49.58] Jostling for attention
[03:52.88] With the sunlight flares through a curtain's tear
[03:57.90] Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation
[04:04.43] Of another day
[04:05.78]