Juliana Hatfield - Hotels текст песни

I miss the sound of laughter

The children down the street

I may not find an answer

Its only memories

Hotels, hotels

Welcome me when I need a home

Hotels, hotels

Days are getting shorter

And the night wind in the trees

And the soft skin on your shoulder

And the way you wanted me

Hotels, hotels

Welcome me when I need a home

Hotels, hotels

Think of me when Im leaving

Will you give this to my mother?

Once again its time to leave

Theres no ever after

Theres only in between

Hotels, hotels

Welcome me when I need a home

Hotels, hotels, hotels

Welcome me when I need a home

Hotels.