3 acessos
Dm [Verse 1] Dm Am/D Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Am/D Dm Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Dm Am/D Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror Dm The short straw takes its bow Dm Am/D Dm Am/D The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking Am/D Dm time in the pockets as the whisky sweat lies like Dm Am/D discarded armour on an unmade bed Am/D Dm And a familiar craving is crawling through his D head [Instrumental] G/D C/D A/D G/D [Verse 2] D G/D And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen C/D Introducing characters to memories like old friends A/D Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines G/D In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in D G/D C/D happy hour. Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in A/D G/D happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour [Instrumental] 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 [Verse 3] Em Bm D New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye Asus4 Jostling for attention as the C5 sunlight flares Through a curtains tear, C C5 Bm7 shuffling its beams As if in nervous anticipation of another day