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