Marillion - Hotel Hobbies
Track 1 Of Clutching At Straws ---
Hotel Hobbies Padding Dawns Hollow Corridors
Slug-like Fingers Trace The Star-spangled Clouds Of ******* On The Mirror
Bell Boys Checking Out The Hookers In The Bar
The Short Straw Takes Its Bow
Whisky Sweat
The Tell Tale Sign Of The Last Cigarette Marking Time In The Pockets As The
Lies Like Discarded Armour On An Unmade Bed
As Familiar Cravings Are Crawling Through His Head
Introducing Characters To Memories Like Old Friends
Frantic As A Cardiograph Scratching Out The Lines
And The Only Sign Of Life Is The Ticking Of The Pen
Hour
Do You Cry In Happy Hour, Do You Hide In Happy Hour, A Pilgrimage To Happy
In A Fever Of Confession A Catalogue Of Crime In Happy Hour
New Shadows Tugging At The Corner Of His Eye
Jostling For Attention As The Sunlight Flares
Through A Curtains Tear, Shuffling Its Beams
As If In Nervous Anticipaion Of Another Day
(champney's Health Farm, Tring) [fish And Derek William Dick
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