Blue Hotel
Stay a night in the blue hotel
Till the sun comes over the hill
And the city goes still
Holding out for summer rain
Write you out upon the pages
Of my mind
Spent the evening long ago
With the ghost of someone I’ve been
Are you living in sin
Wishing out for winter snow
To spell the words, I’ve seen you grow
In my eyes
When you need it, the spring may come
Where the smoke lays thick on the walls
And it’s billowing tall
Smoulder out the Sunday times
Beyond the brightly coloured lines
In my mind
Stay a night in the blue hotel
Till the sun comes over the hill
And the city goes still
Holding out for summer rain
Write you out upon an open page
Wishing out for winter snow
See how far your money goes
