The sun was down, the mist was high, I just kissed my love goodbye She was off to chase a will from an uncle in west Brazil So there I was, all alone, another week away from home Walking down some foggy street, looking out for a place to sleep But a sound through the wind was carried well (oh so well) The squeaking sign of Quay Hotel Well the lights were dim, the lifts were slow Still people they come and go Full of whispers and shady deals pouring out over greasy meals Then evening came and songs would flow From the lady at 'Le grand piano' But the voice of 'Lilli-Ann' sounds suspiciously like a man Funny how I'd never heard those songs (all those songs) But they knew them well - in Quay Hotel
Well the song and dance went raving on But I kept feeling there was something wrong For the look in every face put a gloom on this eerie place Nervously they seemed to wait for some dramatic, unknown fate They seemed to know their every stand Like a spring-winding monkey band I ran up to the door and tried to turn the keys But a porter said, 'This way please Retire to your room, for your turn will be coming soon.' And the night began to feel so long (oh so long) I didn't sleep so well - in Quay Hotel
(Recitation): I knew I was a mistaken face in this macabre waiting place For the guests of this Hotel Are checked in by the tolling bell For I awoke in the same old foggy street Without a trace in hell - of Quay HotelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
