Tom: G
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
