D5                    A5
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
                           D5
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
D5                          A5
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
D5                         D5
 The short straw takes its bow
A5 ------ D5

D5                        A5
The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the
D5                        D5                  A5
whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed

And a familiar craving Dm is crawling through his Dhead


G5 ------ C5 ------ A5 ------ G5

                                                    G5
And the Donly sign of life is the ticking of the pen
C5
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
A5
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
     G5                                         D5
In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
       G5    C5                        A5                         G5
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour
E5 ------ D5 ------ E5 ------ D5 ------ C5 ------ D5 ------ C5 -------------------------- |  D5

E5 ------ D5 ------ E5 ------ D5 ------ C5 ------ D5 ------ C5 ------ D5 ------ E5 ------- |  B5

D5 ------ A5 ------ C5 ------ C------------------------------------------------------ |  C5

E5          B5
New shadows tugging at the corner of his Deye
             A5           C5
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
                         C5
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
         C5          B5
As if in nervous anticipation of another day