I turn his collar down, and then he turns around and kisses good morning He doesn't make a sound, and so the force of it hits without warning And there are days I put the ironing board away; and I'm wearing a terrycloth robe There are years I'm thinking of how life goes
'Cause there are days, there are years, and then there's a touch That melts the days and the years This old world is too much I'm smiling, waiting for the elevator bell Checking in with you At the Palace Hotel
And life goes places you can't see at eighteen You look good in a suit, like I look good in jeans You raise the stakes; yeah, you call in for more pancakes Eat 'em in the bath, feeling inspired Six floors down is a gold rush town, but up here it's just curtains and light We sit cross-legged on the bed, compare where our lives have led Eat pillowcase chocolates, and call it a night
'Cause there are days, there are years, and then there's a touch That melts the days and the years This old world is too much I'm smiling, waiting for the elevator bell Checking in with you At the Palace Hotel
And life goes places that you never thought you'd see You've become a non sequitur to me And still it's nice, to be part of the flow of your life This week Albany, next week Chicago Far cry from sitting by the Charles, and talking about what life means If only we had known, you can't help but be shown what life means
'Cause there are days, there are years, and then there's a touch That melts the days and the years This old world is too much I'm smiling, waiting for the elevator bell Checking in with you At the Palace Hotel
So we'll steal all the soap and the cotton balls Do whatever we want, make the most of it all
'Cause there are days, there are years, and then there's a touch That melts the days and the years This old world is too much I'm smiling, waiting for the elevator bell Checking in with you
At the Palace HotelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
