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