And the voices you hear at the top of the stairs
Now you soul is improper and requires repairs
In hopes there's still may be love left to find, still may be love left to find
Are only echoes of unanswered prayers, echoes of unanswered prayers
Gonna pull in the shutters on this heart of mine
Well there's too many windows in this old hotel
And retreat to the chambers that I left behind
But there is nobody living inside, nobody living inside
And rooms filled with reckless pride
Seek inspiration in daily affairs
Roll up the carpets and pull in the blinds
And the walls have grown sturdy and the halls have worn well
And the walls have grown sturdy and the halls have worn well
