Marc Almond - Hotel de France and Poetry lyrics
[Marc Almond - Hotel de France and Poetry lyrics]
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 sit's
On horseback in the yard
Bit's 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