Hotel de France and Poetry
Opium and a Chinese lantern
The light like a goldfish
Swims in a red dish
The trash I've picked up
Sitting on the floor
Counting out cash
A sailor cap
Hanging on the door
The pearls I've retrieved
Belong in the back of a mirror
My songs about sunken wrecks
And a drowned sailor
The light between the islands
Is the colour of Bengal
White sands and if you listen
A silent waterfall
The pearls I've retrieved
Belong in the back of a mirror
My songs about sunken wrecks
And a drowned sailor
Thе torch singer sits
On horseback in the yard
Bits of rеd velvet dress
Ripped now times are hard
There's a suicide and saint
In the final hotel
And paint on a red velvet dress
Rolled into a ball
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
The trash I've picked up
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall
Leaves a trail of cash in the hall