Marillion

^Dm Hotel hobbies padding ^Am/D dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the ^Dm hookers in the bar
^Dm Slug-like fingers trace the ^Am/D star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
^Dm The short straw takes its ^Dm bow
^Am/D ------ ^Dm
Dm The tell tale sign of the ^Am/D last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the
^Dm whisky sweat lies like dis ^Dm carded armour on an ^Am/D unmade bed
And a familiar craving ^Dm is crawling through his ^D head
^G/D ------ ^C/D ------ ^A/D ------ ^G/D
And the ^D only sign of life is the ticking of the pen ^G/D
C/D Introducing characters to memories like old friends
^A/D Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
In a ^G/D fever of confession a catalogue of crime in ^D happy hour
Do you ^G/D cry in ^C/D happy hour, do you hide in ^A/D happy hour, a pilgrimage to ^G/D happy hour
^Em ------ ^D/E ------ ^Em ------ ^D/E ------ ^C ------ ^D ------ ^C ------ ^D
Em ------ ^D/E ------ ^Em ------ ^D/E ------ ^C ------ ^D ------ ^C ------ ^D ------ ^Em ------ ^Bm
D ------ ^Asus4 ------ ^C5 ------ ^C ------ ^C5
Em New shadows ^Bm tugging at the corner of his ^D eye
Jostling for ^Asus4 attention as the ^C5 sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, ^C shuffling its beams
As if in ^C5 nervous anticipa ^Bm7 tion of another day