Brown Hotel (II) Lyrics

The door's open at the Brown Hotel.
Anybody's welcome if they pay their bills.

Easy to enter, hard to leave.
The residents of this building are always discreet.
And the rain beats down like a thousant tiny hammers on the windowpane all night.

These are the graves,
These are the graves,
These are the graves of astronauts that are visiting by.
These are the graves.

Drinking with both hands
In her room.
She's quite [innaud.] by the afternoon.
Easy to enter, hard to leave.
'Cause I'm wrapped up in a tangled sheet.

And the rain hammers down like a thousand tiny foosteps on the windowpane all night.

The are the graves
These are the graves
These are the graves of astronauts (?) that are visiting by.

Don't draw your curtains
Don't let the light in.
There are things in this room
that should never be seen.
Easy to enter, hard to leave.
These are the graves,
These are the graves,
These are the graves of astronauts who are visiting by.

These are the graves,
These are the graves,
These are the graves,
These are the graves.