Marillion Lyrics

Album: Clutching at Straws

Hotel Hobbies Lyrics

(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 its 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 its beams as if in nervous anticipation of another day