"Hotel De France And Poetry" lyrics

Marc Almond & Michael Cashmore Lyrics

"Hotel De France And Poetry"

Opium and a Chinese lantern
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

The torch singer sits
On horseback in the yard
Bits of red 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


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