Ian Fays, The
Hotel
I saw a hotel with your name on it,And I felt like burnin' it downSo I lie straight in the grass,And dug my fingers into the groundAnd as I leave the movies,My hair is all I haveTo keep me from thinkingHow I miss you so badI saw a drink that you used to drink,And I felt like poundin' it downSo I could lay straight in my bedLike that time you drove me from townAnd your backwards hand was on your hipAnd my little heart was alive, not deadAnd when my chin was on your chest,Everything lost its sound insideAnd you'd say "It's time to go to sleep",And lock my arms so very tightLa la la, la la la;That's all that I'm going to singLa la la, la la la; Your voice is fadingLa la la, la la la;[etc.]
From Letras Mania