Central Hotel

Gemma Hayes

Compositor: Gemma Hayes

Your lips they taste of
Cherry cough syrup
And the smoke from the mountains
That rises up in the evening

Vaguely familiar
Like a face you've forgotten
I feel alive
But I know you're slipping

Somewhere outside Manchester
Waiting on a train
You hold my hand
And we say nothing about it

Looking out at Northern England's
Industrial complex
You think the old steel works
Look wise and majestic
We talk about nothing

I, I didn't see this coming
The stranger I saw across the street
Fading from sight
A ghost in the sky

We book a room
At the Central Hotel
We fill up the bath
And lay on our stomachs

The world is gone
It's just the water between us
And I feel a love
But I know I'm gonna grieve it

There's a bang on the door
And your manager is raging
We race across town
We're late to the stage

But we sing our little hearts out
Till the words reach their limit
And I feel alive
Our hair is still wet
Our hair is still wet

I, I didn't see this coming
The saviour you saw
Across the street
Was a shadow in time
A ghost, a ghost in the sky

A ghost in the sky
You're a ghost in my sky