How long I've been here, I cannot tell
But I've been going from room to room and suits me well
I've been spending the winters builindg a house of shells
And i pulled back the curtains at the starlight hotel, at the starlight hotel
And inside my pocket is a torn ticket stub for the cinema of forgotten matinees
And the last trace of summer have all but flown from the windblown pavillions
At the starlight hotel, at the starlight hotel
And your song, still it comes
Through the arcade
Where the shutters are down and the wall? are underground
And I walked past the sign, tokens for sale
And I'll be waking the moths
At the starlight hotel, at the starlight hotel
