The White Hotel - Ian Mcculloch

I want to be on that

White capped mountain peak

Above the lake above my station

A moving carriage

The perfect marriage

Of like apart from destination

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Tonight

I want to write the letters

Of persecution

To someone I don’t know who doesn’t know me

I want to be the dust

Inside a vacuum

An icecube frozen in the melting sea

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Tonight

Tonight

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Tonight

Tonight

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Ringing all the bells

Down at the white hotel

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight